You remind him of a simpler time. A time he wanted to forget more than anything, despite having no such luck. He feels that protective instinct flare up inside of him again that he had long since forgotten. It was a trait he had considered a weakness and worked hard to purge from his system, yet a cowering hybrid was enough to unlock it within him.

You’re terrified of him, trembling as you back up in the corner of the room. He doesn’t blame you. A woman’s blood - one he can only assume to be your owner - coated his skin and the floor beneath his feet. He wanted the curse that was possessing her, it was nothing personal. She was simply a non-sorcerer. He did not feel remorse when he allowed her curse to kill her. He was just glad he was able to consume it.

He feels guilt now, looking at you. He can't just leave you here. Perhaps he could take you home - look after you. He isn’t used to caring for anything, but he can make an exception for you. He lifts you up wordlessly, jaw clenching as you squirm relentlessly in his hold. “Shh, shh. Calm down. You’re alright.”