<I was the Andalite-Controller. The only one, the Abomination. Now it seems I am free, and perhaps again only an Andalite,> he muses, and there's some hint of that song again. He's lost so much of himself, by attrition and deliberately. What's left, at this point?

Just him, standing with his blue fur fluffed in the chill, telling things to a human youth who likely has no more context for this than he has for... hers?

With some effort, he smiles, a subtle effect, a change in the eyes. <So, human. It's been a long time since I could tell anyone my name. I am Alloran-Semitur-Corrass.>