Oh, how do you explain the problums with that without being able to communicate? Truth be told he had commissioned a device to translate his thoughts into spoken word, which would allow him to communicate normally, but the tech boys had run into a little problum with his head.

The way it had been explained to him, his head hadn't been the only thing to change when he became an owl. He still had a human brain, but it was now sitting as the core of a larger owl brain that took up a lot of the meatspace in his head. In a way it had saved his life when he'd run off into the woods. The owl layer of his brain was what allowed him to bare the isolation without going insane, allowed him to process the details of his new sense of sight and hearing, and allowed him to eat raw meat without retching.  However, whenever his brain issued a command it started in the human core before being translated into owl for the owl layer to comprehend and then shooting off to the rest of the body as some sort of weird man/owl hybrid signal. Which was fine for moving his arms and legs, and okay for thinking because he understood his own thoughts, but was really weird to hear out loud. Max had once told him that it was like he was thinking in a completely different language, one that was unique to him. Max had eventually figured it out, but it had taken the better part of a year and even now he was nowhere near fluent and still relied mostly on interpreting feelings and simple concepts. It was alot for a machine. They were making progress from his weekly visits, compiling a full dictionary for the translator to work off of, but it was slow going.

But he literally wasn't capable on conveying all that to Light, so he shrugged his shoulders and flipped to a page in his phrasebook. This one had an owl on it, but its head was turned all way round. Above this one were the words:

[center][b]It's A Weird Owl Thing[/b].[/center]
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