Hearing this human talk about them with such... contempt in his voice sent him over the edge. Something inside of him stung, because despite his anger at the human’s words, he could not refute them. At least, he could not when they were talking about him. When he had looked into those pitiless, piercing eyes months ago, he feared they had looked right through him and into his soul. Perhaps they did; perhaps the human was right. "They're everything I'm not..." he whispered to himself in sudden realization. A realization that almost cost him his head again as he suddenly noticed the human was now less than a foot away from him. He screamed and ducked, the silvered warhammer swinging over his head. He saw the human's armoured boot rush forward, aiming to kick him in the face, and he rolled instinctively, avoiding the blow.