[ He feels like his madness is clearing just a little. But it probably isn't. The fog that he thinks is lifting is actually putting him in another new area. One where he isn't sure he feels safe in -- the desire to want to bleed for others so that they can feel validated in their own sense of right and wrong. That which even the Empire could not do with a smile.

But ... ]

It doesn't suit me. I'm much better the aggressor than one who would lie down for anyone, right? [ ... ] I thought of what someone said to me. His name was Julian... he is now gone. He told me to forget about all the people who abandoned me and try to move on.

But how can you do that? How can you forget about your family, your race, your friends, your fathers? How can you hate them and leave those memories behind? What would you be left as? [ The elf lets out a soft sigh. He hates this mood. He would rather be drinking blood and laughing at how pale the person is rather than this. ]

I'm feeling sorry for myself and I'm not sure why.

Say... do you have someone that you want dead?