I was... killing them. Hunting them? I used to think it was because they were evil, but... I'm note entirely sure anymore.

And I remember this black stuff wrapping around their bodies when it was over, so...

[ Tea. Should probably stop being rude and drink it. He takes a polite little sip, since his stomach is kind of flip-flopping, and nods in thanks. ]

It's like they're becoming a part of me. Making me stronger, yeah, but also...

[ Another sip. ] The markings, how awful I feel every time it happens... and I. Think my hair is getting darker??