“There you go again,” he says with that same sadly amused smile. “Conflating bad and monster like that... You’re saying if I'm good, I cannot call myself a monster?”

He splits his eyes up again, this time somehow more- until his sockets are filled with fifty pupils each, his sad smile full of triangular, interlinked fangs. There's no hostility- just an illustration of his monsterdom.

“What's so wrong with being monstrous?”