"No," George said. He was still staring at his tea, but then, as if he'd found something in it, he nodded. "No, I know... exactly how you feel. This... thing is a disease. It shouldn't have a place in this world."

Though he was doing a bit better at the acceptance bit these days, but... still.

"But that's... all I know. Only on the full moon. Every other day of the month, everything is... normal. If that's what you want to call it."