[ There's... a lot to this. Things perhaps he should reveal — that it could react dangerously if tampered with. That it sometimes exits his body outside of his control, that it can grow, shift, into something far more deadly than the current larval form that occupies him now. Though this place seems to keep it from being able to become too developed, it could still do some damage.

But he's wary, and truthfully, he's afraid. If something goes wrong, if he's put back in confinement... He can't let that happen. For now, he keeps some things unsaid, though his features tighten with some internal tension and it takes him a few moments to reply. Then it comes, quietly. ]

I would give anything to be rid of it. My son— the one I told you about before. ....I can't provide a life for him like this.

[ He can't. It's too dangerous, too uncertain. Too unfair to a little boy who's already had such strife and loss in his life. ]

...But I don't know what healers I can trust, apart from Vasiliy. The man I'm living with now. I don't know how people might react to this.