[As Otegine talks, Owen wriggles, trying his damnedest to get free. Why's he so tall? And strong? Is he overcompensating for something?

Owen huffs.]

Oh? It's not your intentions to spill things that are best kept secret? Wouldn't you assume if someone acts in two ways that are very different, that's not something they would freely want to share with people? You could have figured as much out without me needing to spell it out.

[He's not particularly interested in explaining the afflictions right now, but he does want Otegine to never speak of that Little Owen ever again... This is the worst.]

It's not something that's supposed to be, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't run your mouth.

[...]

And if you would let me go.