He leans against the railing, trying to think of how to put it.

"I can be a lotta things that I cain't back home, but I don't know how long that'll last. Not anymore." And to be what he wants to be, he requires people to fight by. "I'm tryin' to be better. I really hated that man I was. Still hate 'im."

But that's beside the point. He has a lot going on with his head right now. Enough that he finally even told Raven that he had to get rid of the nightmares.

"One of the girls that left? Cherry... she was real sweet. She didn't understand why people wouldn't ask for help. Thought we was protectin' our pain like treasures. But I told her it was more like we're filled with shards of glass, some of 'em we cain't reach. We pick an' we pick, an' it's nice if someone tries to help. But all too often they come up an' just pat 'em in, whether they realize it or not."

Like a poor well-natured man who tells someone that his parents were terrible, and unknowingly reminds that someone that he was weak enough to even let that out.

"Guess I'm just more prickly than usual lately." Keenly aware of all that glass sticking out of him.