That seems to take all the wind out of Artair's sails, and he quickly moves away from Willow. He sighs sadly. "I should have known better than to think that my day might start to go well. It's a shame. You've got it all sorted out, you know? You've got your own little place to live, with only those foolish enough to enter a dragon's lair causing you any annoyance. You're powerful enough to hunt, you needn't worry about getting a job or dealing with a social life, you'll likely outlive me five times over, provided I reach the end of my natural life... And look at me. Innocent little mechanic who got caught up in a science lab and drawn out of a hat to be the next guinea pig for their little experiment, throwing away my size as though it was nothing... They can't reverse it, you know. Even some of the lab techs tried to kill me... Some just wanted the satisfaction of a little guy squirming inside them, or feeling me scream and fight from beneath their paws... After a few incidents where I almost died, I was confined to a cage. Then, you know the rest. Put on a plane, crashed on an island, lost my arm and almost bled out in here, faced by the world's most fearsome predator..." he monologues, his voice beginning to catch in his throat. A tear rolls down his snout. "I'm never going to find love, not at this size. In fact, I'm going to have a hard time surviving if I do manage to get back to civilisation. I can't do much in the way of work, so I'll wind up out on the streets fending off wild animals and the like every day... And yet here you are, offering to end it all for me now..." More tears come down his face, he can't stop himself now. "If I die here, now, it will mean nothing to anyone. You probably wouldn't even remember my name. Dammit, what did I do to deserve any of this?"<br/><br/>(Sorry for incredible block of text!)