Ha, I have quite a lot of messages to tell myself. He cocks his head to the side, pursing his lips in a thoughtful expression.] I wonder if I know what's going on with myself when I become like that? I now know better but...ugh, I hesitate to talk of it this way, but does he know?

[It feels too strange to talk about himself as if he's a separate person - he frowns, slightly uncomfortable.]

The bird...? And, well, you have a point, but if I were to believe you, what made it that way? You don't look that old.