He shook his head, reaching into his long hair. "We're not one. He's one thing... And I'm another. He's a part of me, but there's a hatred between us. It's like a battle for which one commands the body. Most of the time, I'm in control and try to beat him into submission, but there are things that simply make him stronger, like seeing blood. That just makes him push me back. I'm not the wolf. Not in mind. But this body is as much wolf as human." he admitted. It was a difficult subject to explain - and he himself didn't fully understand it yet.<br/><br/>He dared to unravel the shirt around his hand partly, but at the sight of the crimson stains immediately closed his eyes tightly, throwing the fabric back. He couldn't stand it... Dammit. Being near her at a time like that was dangerous!<br/><br/>He sighed, opening his eyes to narrow gaps. "I'm sorry for acting like this... But really, I can't look at blood." he explained, shaking his head.