"I need to be myself. I don't-I don't know who I am." He's too angry, he's too happy, he's got voices in his head telling him what to do. He does things without realizing. He loses limbs, replaced with fakes. He can't handle meat because all he can think of is fucking cannibalizing monsters who were once people, and those monsters feasting on those who still are people. He thinks about turning, the feeling of turning, even once upon a dream. Craving people around him. "Who the hell am I?"