What is it like to know you would not kill of your own volition, no matter the reason? He can't grasp what that kind of life is like.

Serph shakes his head. No, Heat hadn't told him why. But, "I can guess."

Serph had said he thought he'd killed his friends. In truth, it's a bit more than just merely killing.

"I think... I devoured my comrades when we were human. Including him." His wings tense with his shoulders as he speaks with an unusually agitated cadence. "Heat is his name. He's the most protective of Sera, our creator. Whatever he was shown, he must believe I was going to hurt her. Maybe I had, back then. I don't know, but I wouldn't-"

Serph cuts himself off before emotions get the better of him, letting out a long breath as he calms down.

"Whatever happened before, we're comrades." Even if Heat doesn't believe him worthy of that title any more.