He laughs grimly. Was he still growing? It didn't feel like it. He felt like he'd been all grown up for years now. Realistically though, he was probably even younger than Annabelle on some biological level considering she was fully human and he was not. Regardless, if this was the a transformation of some kind it had taken long enough already.

"Or maybe they're weeds." It's a grim statement, but he there's a certain lilt to his voice that implies he's kidding. "I finished growing when Nana and Father died."