[ He just nods silently, because what else could it have been? It's what other people are saying, anyway. Others who had been fucked up in the same way he had been, and who had done similar things. At least it wasn't some horrible experience religated just to him. ]

They ain't the worst part. [ He doesn't like that her hand has stilled against his hair and he nudges her the way a dog might. ] I had no idea what the world could smell like. Sound like.

[ To his own surprise, there's still a note of amazement under all his regret and exhaustion. It still had been something, to hunt like that. Every single sense heightened, translated automatically in his head into some primal, unknowable language. He's forgetting it already. ]

I think they turned me halfway into a wolf.

[ He knows how crazy it sounds, but it's all that can even partly explain what he'd done and experienced. ]