it won't happen again. i don't like to make a habit of killing innocent people. guess the hunger just brought out the worst in me, and i was stupid enough to think i could handle it on my own.

[He hates dragging other people into his business, and he didn't want anyone around the first time he fed. It felt like it was too personal, a private thing. But in his haste to find someone before the hunger got too bad, he let himself stop caring. It's something he always has to push back, that detachment from what he's doing and what he could do if he really wanted to.]

i'll tell you next time. promise.