[Mikleo's eyes are fixed on the ground before him, but he's not really seeing it. It's just a convenient place to focus his eyes on without looking at Edna.

What's the point of telling her and making her worry? She can't help with this. She can't fix what's broken with him. Edna should be focusing her energy on helping their human friends instead of the weakest member of their team.

These thoughts weigh him down as he struggles with his answer.]

I don't know what's wrong with me all of a sudden. [A good start to elaborate on.] I'm...finding it difficult to care. Some dark thoughts keep intruding.

[It's hard to admit. At the same time, his voice is kind of...flat. Like there isn't a whole lot of emotion going into his tone.]

Things like.... [Mikleo pauses and then sighs. He needs to get this over with and spit it out. Edna needs to know. Maybe.] I'm disposable and weak.

[He should be terrified at where his thoughts are heading, especially when there's a chance it can mean corrupting himself to the point of turning into a hellion. Instead, Mikleo just looks and sounds utterly apathetic.

Perhaps that in and of itself is far more terrifying.]