Hideaway Strath Schlammschlacht.

The man started to copy her actions, imprinting them into his mind. They weren't too hard, but they'd surely get harder. He smirked, looking into mirrored eyes.
She was fascinating. 

She was so fluent, dynamic.
Easy. His eyes dragged away, looking to the leaves and he wasn't certain he was really talking:
"Humans are cruel though they don't mean to be. They contain you, put things on your muzzle to stop you fighting." He seemed somewhat vacant. Felt like he'd left his own body. The events felt like they happened worlds away in a different life. In some ways, it was.
He looked back to the Kilonova, blinking as if he were just coming back to himself.