Hunter's grip on his own arms is bordering on painful for how hard his fingers are digging in. He watches Raine like a hawk, noting every little shift in their expression.

What Raine says shouldn't be surprising anymore. They have been very kind, and reassuring, and careful with him since the start. But the words settle over him like a heavy blanket.

He sniffles. "So you understand then, I'm not..." Normal? Real? "...a witch. I think the...the original was human, but I'm not that either."

He doesn't know what he is - a grimwalker, yes, but what does that mean? A pile of components magically stitched together to resemble a dead man?