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Tyson didn't know if Claire was trying to be funny or was just mocking him. The things she mentioned didn't seem weird, just mundane, and really couldn't compare to the things he had done, he had possibly killed people and eaten raw meat, wanting to chew on rib bones just seemed a joke by comparison. He supposed he deserved that, after eating her food she was probably entitled to make fun of him. He did feel a bit bitter about it, angry inside, but he pushed it down, even if he didn't like it, that's the way it was now, he was an animal, a monster, a... thing. A growl formed at the back of his throat, both a self loathing and annoyed sound. He hated himself, what he was now, what he did, but there was no escaping it.

As far as Tyson could tell he was fine, his healing abilities had already mended what few injuries he had received. The blood that was on him smelt only of the men he had attacked. "Hrrrrrr f-fiiiine," he said shakily. Well, physically at least. Mentally he was having a breakdown. However he wasn't in any position to stop Darkshift from examining him, so sat still while she searched for anything wrong.

The offer for him to stay seemed like a nice gesture , but Tyson knew he would have to get back to the institute, if he didn't people would find out what he had done. Then he could kiss his cure goodbye, he'd probably be locked up. Not that he could argue the sense of it, he was a monster. But right now he wouldn't make the journey, he had to wait until his head cleared and he wasn't throwing up everywhere. He concentrated his efforts to calming down, trying to push way the thought of blood and gore. He needed to be calm.

Tyson felt a surge of encouragement at confirmation that the technique had been effective. So far specking to people had been a difficult process, but if he could at least get that down, he could get a little back to normal. It was only a little, but with everything else falling apart, he needed any handhold he could get. He tightened his throat again, trying to hold onto that feeling and train himself to keep it that way, "Hr I-I hate my body," he said, thankfully clear enough to where he felt he could go on, "Everrrything doesn't make hr s-sense anymorrrrre. Smells, sounds, feelings, rrrr it is all wrrrrrong. I want to be norrrrrrmal again..." IT had come out understandable, well, besides the few growls and his trouble with r's, but it was definitely an improvement. It was hard on his throat too, but that would pass with time hopefully when he got used to the feeling. Otherwise everything he had said was his honest feelings, he didn't want to be a monster, but everything seemed to be pulling him that direction, his body was predatory, and that mindset was ingrained in him on some subconscious level, ready to take over at any moment and drive him to what was instinctually natural, and the things it did were slowly sapping his will to fight it. He had already given into the urge to eat raw meat from the fridge, unable to see any point in fighting it when there was no hope to return to a human body. He didn't know how far it was going to go, and that scared him.

He listened to Cafas share his experience with his own abilities. Unfortunately it didn't help him much, he felt his situation was entirely different, it wasn't just controlling an ability, it was a war inside his head over the things that made him human, one he felt he was losing ground on. It was easy to appreciate the abilities you had if you were in control of your own faculties, Cafas, Danica, Xavia, Claire, they all had abilities but they didn't... intrude on the way they thought. It gave them common ground as mutants, but his body was reshaping him into something else entirely, rather then just adding a new element, it was warping his views and mental image to an extreme extent that changed his very identity. It was a torment that lasted every second of the day as he fought to hold onto what little of him there was. He didn't know if Cafas could even relate to that or understand what he was going through, as much as he did appreciate his advise and help with his speaking issues.

Tyson listened to Elliot, but he had not heard of Sam. The institute was a big place, and honestly he hadn't made an attempt to learn everyone on the staff or even the students. His temperament had scared most of the students into giving him a wide berth, while the incident with him throwing one of the staff across his room had probably made him none to popular with them either. "Hrrrrrr haaaavn't heeearrrrrrrrd of hiiim," he said. Honestly he wasn't sure how he felt about a cop at the institute either given the last incident in the city, given he had mauled three people, and had no idea if they had survived, he could very well be in trouble. While Tyson was definitely not the type to go looking for trouble, trouble seemed to have a habit of finding him now, and his lack of control over himself when threatened made him dangerous even if he didn't wish to be. Just one of the 'joys' of being him.

Tyson couldn't really help himself, his mouth began watering as Claire proffered the container of chicken. Had it been open, he'd have no doubt leapt upon it right then and there, but as it was, he could think long enough to keep a somewhat civil mindset, even if there was now a bit of drool dripping from his muzzle. He quickly whipped it away, and told himself that there was a reason you didn't feed dogs chicken bones. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to let himself go wild over chicken, if he wasn't careful he may splinter the bones, which would not be a good time at all.

"Hrrrrr chiiiickeeen boooooones?" he asked Claire, wanting to clarify if it were boneless chicken breast, legs or patties. He didn't try to take the container, he would probably drop it with his claws, or worse, just tear it apart. His hands were not very reliant, and trying to pry off the container lid was more likely slice it with his claws then actually open it.

Requests a top hat to go with his snazzy vest and pocket watch.

Tyson could smell the kitchen long before they got near it. He couldn't help it, especially with the scent of meat that clung to it. He steeled himself to resist the urge to tear into it when he got there. The first time he had gone there he had devoured a raw steak before throwing it back up in disgust. Even knowing what to expect it was hard to resist. He had a carnivorous pallet now, he didn't find vegetables satisfying anymore. He could eat cooked meat without issue, but the wolf and part of him wanted something bloody and fresh. He found it disturbing.

Still, Claire was right, someone had made popcorn, it's smell outweighed any of the other smells, even dampening the smell of meat from the fridge. He could smell someone else's scent, but at this point couldn't tell if f the were still in the kitchen or had left. He let Claire take lead as they approached, if another student was in there, better the normal looking one go in first, since startling someone who could potentially shoot lasers out their eyes or something was not a great idea, and a distinct possibility in this school.