"You certainly act insane," He mumbled with a smirk. But he was too tired to really commit to the joke.
"I . . . don't think I've changed. I expected too--I expected to panic, or loose my mind and become a murder machine or maybe something would click inside of me and I'd know exactly what to do. But I didn't. I'm still me."
Sharp hugged his knees to his chest. He'd only known Dougella for a day, but it was nice to have someone to talk to. He closed his eyes.
"The fact that I'm still me in here, is far scarier than any change."