"You want to go." Cole drags a hand over the stones, fingernails scraping over the rough textures. "No one wants to be here. Leaving is all anyone wants, but I can't help." It doesn't hurt like it would have before, before he became human, but it still hurts. Helping is what he is. If he can't help, what is he?

"I'm Cole." He raises his head enough to look at her from beneath the brim of his large hat. "You glitter, like sunlight on snow...it's very pretty."