True night has fallen. I should be hunting, cold and dark, Immoveable. What has changed me, made me so weak, So .human? But I already know. Perhaps I have always known. The question was never what, but who. I gave up humanity once, At the price of her blood. And now I dare to repent? Sacrilege. And yet what is sacrilege to me? I am already twice damned. Once for killing her And once for letting her die for my cowardice. But she survived despite it. Surely that miracle was not for nothing? No, not for nothing, But not for me either. I am not a factor in this. I wish to god I was. All I have done is to torture her. And to let her damn herself So that I can continue to kill. Who am I to try to repent now? It is far too late for me. So why do I still try?