There's something strangely intimate, uncomfortably intimate, about the mixed blood on his arms. He can't help but be relief when he notices one of the odd humans - they were supposed to keep things in order, or something - drifting closer, and he uses their presence as an excuse to tug his sleeves back down. He's embarrassed by his arms, which are so thin you can see his veins clearly, and they're absolutely covered with scars from the wires of his helm.

"You want to know what you're like ath an adult?" He glances over at the human warily, then back to the Initiate. "I thuppothe I could tell you a thtory."