You... see me as your friend? Even when I'm like this...

[Gorthan seems doubtful at first, but finally shows Agnus a grateful smile.]

Your concern is appreciated. But this is nothing that cannot heal itself. I was merely hit over the head with... a metal cup, I believe it was.

[And now that he's awake enough, he can fully appreciate the wonders of Agnus' new form.]

An insect like-form... related to the locust plague, perhaps, as you once mentioned yourself. Am I wrong?

[His smile is almost playful, and his hand does not leave Agnus' yet, his fingers appreciating the feel of the claws.]