[There's a crack in his composure, slight but noticeable, Albedo's question one that he hadn't been prepared to answer. A retort, sure, or perhaps more pointless drivel.

Not this.

He swallows roughly, silent, as though waiting for Albedo to crack some sort of joke. But it doesn't come, and his anger deepens with a subtle sense of hurt.]

What else would I be to people like you?

[He shoves his collar up against his neck as he takes a couple steps back.]

Look, just leave me alone. Keep those kinds of stupid questions to yourself before other people hear you... spirits, and if you're going to bother studying shit that in depth, at least go find someone that will pay you to do it.

You're wasting it.

[All said without any eye contact, because the second the last syllable spits out of his mouth, he's immediately starting to walk away.]