Sun Mote Copse Jimmy goes to space.

Under her gaze he felt small and vulnerable, and stewed in that moment of silence but nevertheless sought not to interrupt her thoughts as she digested his confession. He was discouraged, a bit, when he realized that she was surprised, and that she had to take a moment to figure out what to say to him. Was he that different? She admitted that she didn't have that feeling, but asked for more definition so he shrugged. "Not like...sick sick, but just wrong." He said. "Scared, I guess, and yeah, guilty." He admitted. When she asked him about hunting, he was quick to shake his head and dismiss the possibility that his sensitivity prohibited him from killing prey. "Nah, I can hunt just fine. That's different," He said, and paused. "...Isn't it?"