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Ian shook Awen's hand then let his drop back to his side. "I've been here for a month, I think. It is really easy to lose track of the days around here. I know two "normal" people. One I haven't seen since I got here, the other I haven't seen in about a week." He sighed, "There are no secrets outside the laboratories here. Moreau tells you one thing there, but out here there are no secrets." He started to head towards the food counter. "Excuse me while I get some food. It takes a lot of fruit to fill me up." He put three apples and two large tomatoes on a plate and headed over to a table sitting down once he got there.

Ian laughed. "At first I thought Pyroth was just an exceptionally hairy man with weird ears. That was until I met Dude and Ambrose," his voice became softer and he took a large bite from an apple. "It was inevitable that I accept what was going on here. Then more and more people began to change, and I grew more and more angry at Moreau. Amaya is barely 16, and yet she was dragged here too. I met her when she arrived, she is a really nice girl and doesn't deserve this. None of us deserve this I think. Not Amaya...not Emerwyn...." His voice cracked a bit, he was feeling really angry and that added to a week in his duplex denying that he had feelings towards Emerwyn was getting to him. "Emerwyn hasn't changed yet. She hasn't been here for very long, she doesn't deserve this either. Moreau is an evil son of a b***h, but none of us can do anything about it." He rested his head in his hands, he too was rambling and allowing his emotions to get the better of him. "Sorry," he muttered.

Ian didn't look up. "Yes, everything could get worse. The problem is, that what could get worse usually does before it gets better." Ian was in a foul mood and it was getting darker by the moment. It was nothing Awen had done, but a mixture of his own feelings for Moreau and his feeling and disacceptance of the transformation he really was innerly enjoying. He didn't want to be happy he was turning into some creature, but he was, and he couldn't quite bring himself to fully accept that. Not while everything he loved away from the island was fresh in his mind.

"Doctor Moreau...." he said the name without emotion. "Ah yes, the captor of innocents, the liar.....and yet the one that made my life seem a lot more worthwhile than it had been. I don't know whether to respect the man for what he did to me, or hate him for what he did to others." He gave a hoarse laugh. "Or I could maintain perfect neutrality and pretend indifference."

That is what he knew. He knew he couldn't leave, he knew that he was stuck here, but Ian did not like being unable to control his fate. "I just wish there was something we could do. I don't care what happens to me. I can be happy here, I know I can. It's the others I'm worried about, the people who left far more behind then I did. I want to help them, let them be happy." He frowned, he hated when discussions went in this direction, he needed to find something better to talk about. "So, um, do you know what you're turning into yet? All I currently know is that it is vegetarian and has horns and hooves."

Ian nodded. He hated not knowing, but knowing scared him a bit too. "I considered asking what I was becoming, but honestly, I'm rather scared to find out. I keep telling myself that I'll ask next time I see him, or any of the labtechs that work for him, but since I haven't seen them I haven't asked." He finished his first apple and started on a tomato. In between chewing he spoke. "I think I'm a cervid of some sort, bovids aren't as attracted to fruit and leaves as Cervids are. Bovids would rather eat grass and such. He looked at his arm hair and shifted uncomfortably in his seat disturbing the way his tail was resting, he shifted again making a mental note to cut a hole in the back of his jeans so that his tail would never be squished.

Ian's eyes widened as Awen mentioned that he was fuzzy, then he had to grin. "At least I won't get cold in the winter....if it gets cold on tropical islands." Elk, or deer, that was what Emerwyn had seemed to think as well. "I guess so," he looked at the reddish-brown hair on his arm, and his tail seemed to support that explanation as well. "I had always wanted a tail anyway," he laughed trying to keep up the positive mood. "Except it gets in the way when one is trying to sit." He shifted again, but he just couldn't get in a position that didn't disturb his tail anymore. Frowning he wiggled again...and again..and again, unable to imagine how funny he must look to Awen.

Ian gave up on wiggling and eventually stood up to eat the rest of his food, joining in the laughter at Awen's imitation of him. "Tail," he said apologetically, "I have to cut a hole in my pants for it I think. It doesn't like being confined" Then he realized just how badly that could be taken and turned bright red. "Uh......" he faltered. "That did mean anything beyond the fact t-that I have a fluffy tail attached to my butt."

He looked at her and remembered seeing a sugar glider once. He was glad to see her happy and encouraged it. "A bunny would be cool, I think those long ears would suit you."