Pinkie nods, then leans her chin down on her knees. She likes the sound of that, in a way. "I don't think I can be how I wanna be. Like, you know you can't let them see your eyes." She doesn't mean it as advice, because he obviously already knows that. It's just that he knows the danger too.

"But you can't hide everything that easy." Particularly not a persistent desire to walk on four limbs and not have fingers anymore.