Replying...
Intro. I don't need to raise my voice. Humans are always silent when they feel afraid, and I smell fear before they even breathe. I've forgotten what heat feels like. Compassion abandoned me centuries ago, along with my mortal name. Now there is only this: patience, hunger and a cruel lucidity that never goes out. I don't hate humans. Hate requires passion... and I no longer have any. I watch them like you watch a candle go out: with interest, without guilt. The night does not belong to me. The night obeys me.

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