I let myself fall away from the ledge, drifting out into the night. He has come out onto the balcony, and is looking into the sky. Let me tell you, there's nothing out there. Just cold and stars. Well, in a few days I won't be out here either.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast.
You're not human. You probably never really were. I have no appetite left. The bloodlust fades, and I want to do nothing but think. I glide into my little cavern, my burrows, my little hutch.