Wait!

Please! Listen to me.

Where am I?

Sometimes I lose track of time. When I come back, my hands are sometimes covered in blood.

I tell myself I will not lose what makes me Human--even though I now look like this.

"A worthy goal." "Goodbye."

I fear the loss of my Human nature more than anything.

How can I free myself from this curse? Immortality in this form would be no blessing.

"No, it would not."