I might have to drink the blood of animals to stay alive, but I would never feast on one of my own kind, no matter what Mr.Crepsley said, or hows much my belly growled.

The hands of Fate keep time on a heart-shaped watch." - Harkat Mulds(The Trials of Death)

It's a bit like the feeling I get when I'm standing on a cliff or high building, looking down at a suicidal drop. I start thinking about what would happen if I stepped off, the rush of the fall, the shattering collision, the quiet emptiness of death. Part of me wants to experience the thrill of complete surrender.

Throw up whatever's making you sick, Darren," he said, "then get your behind back in here.

Maybe we should wait....wait for him to kill another five or six, huh?

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.

But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.