[Tav listens to Cosima with concern written clearly across his face. It’s all this diplomacy stuff that made him such a terrible leader back home. He’d say the wrong thing and then they’d have a cadre of githyanki or vampires or demons on top of them. He never got good at this and then he learned he was born to kill things, that all of these urges were because he was the son of the god of murder.

He lets his hands hang between his knees.] I agree. I agree that anyone around me should know that I’m a monster.

[Wolf, monster, same thing.]

I don’t know what to tell them without telling the whole story.