[ Briefly, Hector's eyes widen. That explains so much. And the worst things are likely yet to pass, aren't they? He scans Mithrun's new skin (IT'S A SKIN NOT A FORM HE REFUSES TO BELIEVE IT) and wonders, with slight fear, if Misteaks is going to turn into an abomination like this, too. ]

Enough. We're done here.

[ He has a big baby to knock sense into.

He abruptly gets to his feet, but then pauses. There's still an ache in his chest, but he isn't sure exactly where it stems from. ]

...I'm sorry, Mithrun. I'm sorry if what I did or said [ the profession of love, the kissing ] made you uncomfortable. I don't think I actually love you.

[ It happened the other way around, it happened with Fandaniel. He figures it was some sort of effect...thing. It rolls off him with relative ease. ]

But don't think that doesn't mean I'm not going to fight tooth and nail to get you back.

[ And he gates out. ]