[He thinks it over. Debates whether to publicly write down the truth where anyone could see it. How does Robin handle the truths so easily? So bravely. He wishes he had her courage. Her strength.] I'm a phoenix.

When such people do those things, they've already outed themselves as the type who will, so I usually find that easier. In this case, I've recently been called such by someone I trust to never try or to want to. It is confusing.

Perhaps, but... [He takes a really long pause to figure it out and even writes out the ellipses so that the penpal doesn't get stuck wondering what's taking so long.] I believe it is more than a shared word. Not all humans are the same, nor are all monsters. However, there are some extenuating circumstances where perhaps we act the same? These monsters and I. Being a monster still doesn't worry me, but doing something like those I hate, does.