[The symbol confuses him for a moment, his face scrunching up in confusion, but once Guzma realizes, his eyes widen and he holds up his hand and shakes his head.]

Huh? Nah, man, nah! I don't want your--I meant you gotta tell what you are. Y'all's sick, yeah? And I don't think you're a human like me...or a pokemon. None I ever seen, anyway. But I can't fix you up something to eat, or help with whatever's bugging you if I don't know what I'm dealing with.

[Something nags at him to just give it up and go - Guzma did his part, and the thing's fine from here on out, but...well, now that his conscience has been stirred back to life, it's a rather loud and obnoxious thing.]