[He manages an ugly little laugh at the suggestion of singing, shaking his head.] Not all of us are graced with the vocal presence of an angel, buddy. [He ducks away farther at the mention of that Full Moon, tail shifting and winding around his own leg.] It...,

[He huffs out a gusty sigh, damp, and smudges his hands over his eyes.] I don't really think it's intentional, you've just always had a silver spoon in your mouth. You don't know what it's like for bottom-feeders like me. How... impossible it is, to think someone with so much power and influence could want to..., slum it. I still don't get it, I'm still gonna second-guess it..., And honestly that you just threw it all away for me will never make sense. [He sniffs roughly, leaning into Stolas' side for a spell.]

[He looks back up with the details on his powers being stripped, carding his claws through his feathers.] ...they can't ever take it all from you, you just. Are magic. But take it easy on yourself, yeah? Don't overdo it.