Trevor snarled, gritting his sharp, bestial teeth and his entire body tensing up. "I don't want you to pity me," he said, barely above a growl. "You really are the worst, Izzy." Looking up at her, the sclera of his eyes had gone from white to black, giving him an utterly inhuman gaze. His fingers curled like talons, with black claws sprouting from where his fingernails should have been. It seemed that his lucidity was failing fast, and Izzy needed to act quickly before this got out of hand.