[Hellboy generally doesn't talk about himself unless prompted. A habit from his upbringing, surrounded by no-nonsense soldiers and an emotionally distant caretaker, or perhaps just something he's learned along the way. He never has a problem discussing the things he's done, but the things he feels...

He's quiet, shifting the seaweed in his arms, and thinks. Riza asked him the same question when they first met, and he still doesn't have a very good answer.]

I don't know. I never really considered anything else. [He cocks an eye at her.] It's hard to imagine your life as somebody else when you only know what it's like to be you.

[He's sure Kida, of all people, understands that. Princess of the last remaining bastion of the Golden People.]