I know I have no right to ask you this, but truly, what is going on with you? (for zazie)
"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, Punisher. You have no right to ask."
They don't bother adjusting their voice; always too chipper, always a little bit too friendly, too excited. If one listens very very closely and it's quiet otherwise (which it never is; the planet lives and moves and breathes with a thousand mouths and hearts), one could hear the faintest bit of buzzing with each of their movement, and if one paid even more attention, they would notice that they don't breathe at all, except to form words and push air out to form sounds. Of course, they don't doubt he noticed either of those things, and of course, it matters absolutely not whether or not he did because he knows full well what they are, even if he chooses to be ignorant about it, even if he chooses to see something defenseless that needs his help.
Humans make no sense, but that's not a new thing, and they like this one better than most of them. At least he tends to do and say things out of a will of his own survival, and that's so much more honest than most of them.
They grin up at him (sharp smile and a thousand teeth, a hundred wings), kick a rock away from them. Arms behind their head, or whatever passes as a good enough illusion of a human body, anyway. (They are very proud of keeping a consistent shape that doesn't ring any alarm bells, thank you very much. It took them a very long time to perfect.)
"I'm not asking you what your problem is, now do I? Because we both know you don't want to say and I don't want to know and the list is too long to put into words."
They bend at the hips towards him, eyes big and it's so easy to see a child, not a predator.
"So what's the deal, Punisher? Getting so fed up with your tasks you pretend to care?"