And he speaks for chrissakes. What the hell is he?” “A monster.” A table next to us cheered and clinked glasses. Joseph drank. I drank too. “Should we even keep him? I mean, he had no qualms about mauling every pet in the neighborhood and bringing them home.” “He doesn’t know any better.” “I don’t believe he’s a monster, Lena. At least not a full one. He can learn.” “Learn what?” “To behave.” Joseph burped. “Magos wants to cut his arm-tail off. She says now that Monstrilio is growing into a more human body, he doesn’t need it anymore. She has a theory that the arm-tail is what makes him wild.”
