Nathan shook his head "it's not that easy; I've hated being a Dragonite for a long time. Hell, I even spent a few years looking for a cursed item that turn anyone into a powerless human. Turns out it was just a rumor. Ever since my parents died...I've had to stay in this form. Because every time I transform, bad things happen." He sighed "Do you remember that story I told about how I killed the people who killed my parents, along with everyone with me?...Well, I told a lie; it wasn't a spell that killed them all, it was my full form. I thrashed about and squashed everyone nearby. By the time I came to my senses, all the towns folk were throwing things at me, they were calling me a monster...and they were right" Tears began to leak out of his eyes "They're so tiny...Everyone is so tiny when you're that big. And so fragile. All it'd take is one misstep-- one slip-- and I could smash someone into nothing...again. Ever since that day, I've been in this form. That way I don't kill someone without knowing it."

He sat back down on the bed "Its hard. Listening to mothers telling their kids a bedtime story about evil dragons who kidnap princesses, only for them to be rescued by their prince charming. After awhile...it starts to get to you. I began to imagine myself as the dragon...the monster, whenever I heard those stories. And after traveling for so long and watch my [i]kin[/i] committing horrid act after horrid act, I began to agree with them. Did you know what they used to call me when I was still traveling; the Dragon Slayer. I got good at killing my own kind. In fact, that's how I got into the academy, someone from it saw me in action at a raid on a slavery ring run by Dragonites and offered me a full scholarship. That's the entire reason I joined the army; I knew that I would either die a hero...or live long enough to see myself become the villain." Looking Azmaldus in the eyes, he asked him "how can I be proud of being something that's brought me nothing but pain?"