[ Devo is pathetically grateful that Dusty feels the same way, nodding along as he speaks about his doubts. It's a relief hearing he's not alone, because everyone else that he's seen since he arrived seems so sophisticated, so at ease already. Devo wants to pretend to be one of them, but once again when he opens his mouth, what comes out is the truth, unadorned and even more direct than he would usually be. ]

And I am scared they made a mistake bringing me here, that everyone else is qualified to help build this new world, but I'm just- me. Even my magic won't be any use, all I was ever trained to do was boss people around, or scare them, or hurt them-

[ Devo claps his hands over his mouth, then, a flush rising up in his cheeks, heart hammering as it begins to sink in how little control he has of himself right now. It's not like he's never experienced something like this before. There had been a Benefactor who specialized in magic that forced truth-telling; Devo hadn't yet progressed to the point where he learned that spell, but he recognizes it nonetheless.

He moves his hands, hoping he'll manage to apologize. After all he does truthfully feel sorry. ]

Oh, no. I did not mean to say that. I think that potion must have been a truth potion... And now, probably, you will think "oh he is some sort of creep" and avoid me. Which is a shame, because you are very cute.

[ Annnnnnd Devo is covering his mouth again, eyebrows twisted up in horror. He sort of wishes the floor would open up and just swallow him whole, now, thanks. ]