He didn't want to hurt anyone. It wasn't his fault that he was made to be this way ultimately. Part of him want to rip and tear at his body to be rid of the monster on the outside but the monster inside was fighting Angeal's humanity that was increasingly losing the battle. Little things always helped but it was finding the courage to stand up and be himself again even if he was physically changed.

He managed to uncurl himself to look at Zelda with his glowing blue eyes. His massive body was hard to hide under the fallen trees that he had used as shelter. It was a strange reconnection to nature that he felt best in and a fitting place for a beast.

Mogington piped up. "I'll go with him, kupo." So, off Mogington and Kopula went to fetch the harp. It was better for Mogington not to see his hero in such a state.