[Yes, Damian's still angry. He almost snaps why are you telling me things that I know? And things that don't help at all? But he reins that in. Looking down at his tea.]

[Tea should be peaceful. Somehow.]

[He's churning too much inside, right now. But, in the end, he comes up with a question that - may ... help. Somewhat. His voice is even - calm, even if the eyes show pretty much the vulnerability of the kid that Damian... still is.]

Was I supposed to be human, do you think? Am I supposed to be human?