Aren't you the one who keeps switching forms? You can hardly blame me for changing. I am a creature of borders, as you remember. It's only my nature. [ The border between life and death, healing and killing. The edge of the knife that cuts to save a life, to end it, the thin slice in-between. ]

It makes me sad indeed, to see you deny yours. [ Prince, and dragon, and in-between. He is both, neither, a person broken and split. Why, for what reason, he doesn't remember (he knows, but it's not his role to play). ] To be so at war with yourself.