Exactly.

[His own stance on the idea of magic has never really been here nor there, if he's to think about it. At the same time, though, couldn't all the things he could do with his body be considered as such? He still felt like some kind of monster, either way.

Regardless, he'll show a little proof, then. Holing out a hand, it takes no more than a few moments of concentration before a fireball appears just above his palm, a little larger than a baseball. Then, just for the fun of it, his hand lifts, and with a deep breath, he blows, making it appear as though he's breathing fire.

But yes, moving on; another question, is it? ]

Right. They just began to happen about a month after we all showed up. And it happened a little at a time; just my ears and claws. There's no set pace of how everyone is changing; some are moving much faster. All we know is that everyone is going through it, and into different kinds of things.

[He pauses, then. just knowing there's something he's forgetting. . .]

Ah-! The reason might be with that doctor who everyone is met with, upon arrival. Word is, we were all are poisoned, but not in order to kill us.