He nodded, coming over to the river bank and pulling himself up to a sit on his legs. "A lot better." his voice was normal again.

"How often does that happen?" Ash asked

He shrugged, seeming ready to collapse to the ground from his sit. "Sometimes it's triggered, but I don't know what triggered it this time."

"Hmm...What about the other times?"

He looked down. "...Hormonal teens have always been living in the foster homes that I've had to live in ... they never liked me." They had triggered him sometimes, whether he made damage or not. He poked at the ground, seeming to be flooded with dark guilt, freckles filling with the guilty gray.

"Why are you feeling bad? There's nothing to feel bad about."

"I scared so many ..." He said softly.

"Maybe...but that is in the past. There isn't really anything you can do to change it."

He sighed, shoulders slumping. " I ... I just wonder what it would be like. To be normal, I mean. Would I have terrified so many? Even Silver runs when I get a bit upset, and I don't want him to run ... he's my little brother ... "

"...Normal? Would being normal really be worth it, though? Think about how many things you would lose if you were normal."