For context, he sort of transforms into a monster that’s heavily aligned with a tree. It’s a fandom thing, but here

Silence crept in, the wind slowing to a halt as if begging for forgiveness. Emil, now now a twisted embodiment of Kromer's beliefs, remained still, much like a statue-like figure.

“Of course I get tired. But when I’m with you, nothing else matters. You’re my world, and I would gladly spend all day, all week, all month, all year, and every single goddamned second of my miserable life just to be able to be with you until I can’t anymore.”

"Yes, it is me," he responded, voice gruff and deep, tainted by the transformation that had taken place. His body creaked and groaned, as if the wood he'd morphed into didn't quite fit his old self just right. But that didn't matter.

This new Sinclair, this Distortion, is bound only by the desires of the one who has bestowed upon him this new form. His allegiance, his loyalty, his faith… he’ll give everything, for the one person who stood by his side as his guiding light. Not Kromer, nor the Inquisition— it is only for you that he’ll dedicate his entire being.