[He doesn't know what the wing will feel like is the problem. It could electrocute him or something and he can't risk it when Flapjack is so much smaller than him. And the other hallway has doors...to what? Offices? Do they even have windows?]

[His voice gets awfully bossy.]

Listen, we're not the same thing, we don't have to tell each other anything about ourselves, and we don't have to talk ever again. So you should just let me go and -

[But he doesn't even get much time for that to work because the bird flutters up to grab his forelock and give it a good solid yank.]

Ow! Stop that!

[The bird lets go and chitters at him in obvious chastisement. And apparently he loves the little bird too much to fight him on anything. He caves instantly.]

Okay, fine! I'll just talk to a total stranger about my deep dark secret. Because there's no way that'll blow up in my face!

[The bird cheeps again and lands on his shoulder once more, looking at him expectantly.]

[He doesn't look at Flapjack or Huvrye, arms crossed, casting his gaze at the floor.]

What does it mean? When you say you're a homunculus? What does that mean in your world?