[ Please, why limit him to being caught dead in bunny slippers when there is a perfectly good chocobo themed set somewhere out there in the multiverse? ]

That's not what I meant. I know who I am. What I've been and how I choose to be.

[ It's almost a bit dry at that. One has to accept what sort of person they are- or are capable of being- if they were ever once a member of the Turks. The skills that go with it are certain to never cause him to be a burden in the traditional sense. ]

There were people who saw my other form. Couldn't be helped. And it was going to happen eventually, I suppose.

[ The meaning had come after silence where Vincent had offered a moment's... empathy. Things about Aerith she didn't want to have revealed. Of course he wants to ask and despite her fingers in his hair, he turns his head enough to try and look up toward her. But first, he offers what of his was exposed. Not a nightmare or a burden.

Monster. Something many may just brush off as being a facet of the Otherworld. Others might guess or know what they saw. ]