[u]Spinning in place, Lothran's movements become panicked and jerky as he begins to remember the events that led to his unfortunate state. Feelings and emotions long forgotten begin to flood back as he comes to a startling revelation: [i]He had been helping the one he had sworn to destroy.[/i] Shame flows into his mind, depression tearing at him as he struggles to remember what he has done while in a state of ignorance. Part of him longs for the peace of not knowing, but the feeling is quickly drowned in hatred and self loathing for both himself and Irina. Turning towards her, his body begins to shake as he realizes what had happened.[/u] "[i]I-I... You... What... W-what have I done?! You did not kill me, but instead used me as a plaything! I... I have no words for this...[/i]" [u]As he cradles his head in his hands, a laugh starts to echo throughout the large simulation. Madness has taken a grip upon the hunter, the lust for blood finally having a large enough foothold to drive him into the complete state of being blood-drunk. Drawing a small vial from his clothing, he raises it above his head in wonder.[/u] "[i]You know... I've never used this before. I feared the transformation which might follow, but now... I simply can't resist with you standing right here in front of me...[/i]" [u]He brings the vial close to his body, cuddling the forbidden blood of a young god... The Orphan of Kos.[/u]