Will has a weird relationship with what he is. On the one hand, he enjoys it, the freedom to run and shed his humanity for a little while is nice, even though he's in control of everything he does. There's still a slice of fredom to it.

On the other hand, it's part of what made him interesting to certain parties back home and got him in a fuck load of trouble.

"Well," he says in a slightly amused tone. "It's either adapt or die trying, right?"