Jean was taken a back by his question. He thought for a moment before answering Sasha. "As a shapeshifter...I am nothing. I have no real form that anyone would care to look at. One second I can be this." Jean said pointing to himself. "The next moment I can be this..." Jean's face bubbled like boiling water and when it stopped, his face looked like Vladimir's. "You see." Jean said in Vladimir's deep russian accent. "I am really just a bag of skin. I have no voice. I can't really speak. I adapt to other things and peoples voice, thoughts, and personality. You might be asking yourself, 'why is he telling me all this?' Well it's because in order to understand my answer, you have to understand what it's like being a shapeshifter." Jean's Vladimir face started to boil and returned to Jean's preferred form. He sat down on a chair and looked at Sasha. "So, to answer your question, I wish I was never a shapeshifter. Really I wish I was anything else, so I could be my own person. That's all I wish for." Jean turned his head deep in thought. He started to hear some whispering inside his head. "What about you Sasha? Do you wish you were anything else? Do you hate yourself as much as I hate myself?"
Vladimir is still in his carriage.