This is KILLING ME. Am I mad? Am I not? What?! What then?!?
I no longer feel the urge for blood, but I know it's there. I know. It wants me to answer, BUT VOID KNOWS I WILL NOT.
If I need to? Well... could be... after all, I would be defending myself, right?
There's a petulant kid who is insisting in bothering me. He provokes me; it has been two times now. First one we ended up in jail, the second one his friends saved him... there will be no third if he keeps insisting.
Theodane is hunting me in my dreams, again. It is all a dream of course, but I can feel his gaze upon me; a cold gaze, a dead gaze. This should not be misunderstood, I have no remorse for what I did to him. I believe he is rotting in the Void now; armless, headless soul.
Family? Who would dare to search me? It is my duty to go search for her, but I hold no liking for the daughter of my father.
