[What had gone wrong? Was it because he couldn't do anything? He looks at Yang, his expression puzzled, before he gazes down at one of his palms, the marking on it.] Yeah.

I knew I was human. I didn't think I changed from who I was, even with this new body. Even if I had to do things I'd never had to, I tried to stay myself.

...I don't understand it either, Yang.

[Later on, perhaps he could've understood why they'd call him a demon. After what he'd had to do.]