Oh I-I see. I'm sorry to hear about...your own troubles. It's strange to think someone like myself can get better when my entire life I've been trying to cope and get over my phobia enough that I could actually...function a bit better in society.

[ He'll cup his hands together around the cup of coffee that he still hasn't drank from. ]

Back home it's a given that phrobiests...people like me I mean, succumb to their phobias. So people make attempts to help us but it never lasts. But it's different here and I-I do believe that I can get better but it's just...hard.

[ He looks a bit worried now, scared even, as he looks down at his hands. ] I don't want to turn into a monster and hurt people. I...I want to stop it or at least try to cure it.