You grant me this forgiveness which I do not deserve. But will I accept it? Of course.. my pride will not allow otherwise. Therein lies the truth of the monster I truly am. That I will take your kindness to soften my own guilt.

Tell me, how you can be so certain that I will not kill you, hm? This is what I am now. I am not that boy you once knew. I am no longer Amadeo. I am a killer. One that feeds off of those of your species. A species I am no longer.

Can you honestly tell me that it does not frighten you to know that I have the capability to drain your life in seconds, if I so choose?

You say you know my soul.. but is that what you truly see.. or only what you wish to see?

I could take you now.. swallow every last bit of blood you carry, and would you still love me then, even in death?

Ah, but you understand now. You do. Your eyes speak what your lips will not.. that which you tried so hard to deny. But, in the end, you could not..

I am that monster, after all..