The darkness surrounds me; embraces me as a friend, a lover. I welcome it.
Nearby, my companions fret. They fear. And they do well to fear. In another time and place, being in the dark with me would be a death sentance. But not now, not here.
They made me friends with the dark, that which they fear. And now I move in the darkness, seeking Darkness. And they fear.
We have hours left, now, rather than days.
Then I will hunt. Again.