If he turned his back on humanity now, it would be forever.
I know who the demon thief is - it's me!
If mankind's destined to bite the bullet, let's bite it and be damned.
Of course I have nightmares-Who doesn't?
Now sod off back to your own world, you motherless scum, and save your threats for those who care.
No, thats not how it happened... Mr crepsley dropped. He was impaled on the stakes. He died. And it was awful... His cries as he writhed there, bleeding and dying, burning and screaming, will stay with me till I die. Maybe I'll even carry them with me after I go.