Captures, collects, but never keeps. Little flickers to fight back. Hurts to make them calm. [ He plucks the words out, quiet understanding. He stands straighter, arms folding over his chest for a moment in his fidgeting. She knows spirits, but not the ones in the same shape of him. ]

... No. Yes. [ Mixed feelings on it all. ] They see me... or rather the shape of me their mind makes so it makes sense, but then they forget. Then I forget. It's... safer, for them, for me. I don't take.

[ He falls silent, contemplates. ]

But it is... alright.