Bored.
He was bored. Always so fucking bored. There was never a moment in his life that offered any sort of entertainment.
There were distractions to be sure but even these distractions were starting to become costly and each and every time they, without fail, proved to be a disappointment.
The disappointment was almost worse than the boredom.
He liked women who fought. It made a bigger mess, a bloodier scene, and the screams were all the more lovely when it was steeped with pain.
His kills distracted him but it was just shy of enough. It was hardly ever enough.