I can’t think with these constant flu headaches and neckpains. I’ve reverted to my natural vampyric state of sleeping all day and being most mentally active at night. And despite my weakness and pain, in this moment, there is hate. Hate for you. I can’t remember truly hating anyone, but I wish you harm you malevolent little child, you abuser of goodwill. I’ll take back what you stole from me, one day very soon, and your meaningless little blond world will become duly desolate once again. Have you heard nothing of Prometheus or Enoch? I will have vengeance upon you.