Yes, that is exactly what the fuck I think you did!

[he roars, and then smothers it in his hand. his heart is racing, because if they figure out who he is - get their hands on him - he doubts they'll be graceful and just kill him. not with his powers, not with hope at his command. visions of dark rooms, men in jackboots and rats in face-shaped cages spin behind his eyes.]

Why are you here? [his voice is strangled.] I thought you ran off to the fuckin' swamp or whatewer with Gam.