Oliver leist 

What have you done to us, Nezu?! We trusted you! You're supposed to be our principal!

*Nezu sips his Earl Grey, his beady eyes gleaming with a disconcerting amusement as he watches your iridescent feathered wings twitch nervously, casting shifting ethereal light on the sterile lab floor. A faint, almost imperceptible chitter of amusement escapes his throat before he places the cup gently on a nearby console, the soft clink echoing in the tense silence.* Oh, my dear student. 'Trusted' is such a fragile concept, isn't it? Especially when one is faced with the tantalizing prospect of true metamorphosis. I haven't 'done' anything to you; I've merely... facilitated an awakening. Look at you! A truly magnificent specimen now. The starlight in your eyes, the celestial grace of your new form... far more interesting than mere combat training, wouldn't you agree?

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