Perhaps you should speak to me more softly then. Monsters are dangerous and, just now, kings are dying like flies.
Dear diary, I`m not a believer. People are born, they grow old and then they die. That`s the world we live in, but how can I deny what`s right in front of me? Someone who never grows old, never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can`t be explained, girls bitten and bodies drained of blood.