i have to face...face my fear

Most Blades awoken to be assimilated into polite human society are conveniently quite humanoid. Depending on the Driver, it aids their compassionate treatment.

Amalthus's deadened flair for the dramatic is much more black and white than his morals.

"Go on," he exhorts. "Run, if you must. But if we catch you, then your running days will be over. If I find you, then you will be persecuted as you should be. As the freak you are."

Minoth, by the horns on his head, runs like mad. He's a beast. He knows it. If he's lucky, one day he'll be proud.