He told me I was a witch, but I'm not. I found out the same time I found out the truth about him.

[He doesn't pull his face away from his knee, just proceeds to have a whole conversation there. He doesn't want to see his face. Has seen enough to know humans have a concept of "living dead" and it's seen as bad and gross and scary. Has no illusions that them not knowing what Grimwalkers are will do anything to sway their response if they dislike the idea of the undead.]

[They have scary concepts of dopplegangers too. Scary movies about them trying to murder the original.]

[Stories about resurrecting someone but they come back Wrong.]

I'm not really human, either, even though I knew it might be like this.

I'm something else.

[The words have weight. Something else. They have the tone and cadence someone might use when talking about Lovecraftian abominations.]

It's complicated.

[Except it's really not, is it.]

[More unpleasant than complicated.]

I just have the same shape as a witch. And I guess I was right, that I have the same insides as a human.

[That doesn't sound creepy at all.]