On Death

44) I have recieved word that Litania is dead. Killed I am told by hunters. I could barely remember her but at hearing the new I was gripped by a prefound sadness, such as I had rarely known. She was the last link I had to a past I cannot truly recall and I feel myself set adrift with little to ancor myself.
51) As I hunger I become a base preditor, unable to think or feel. I have killed more people this past year than in any previously, it worries me. I try to feed more offten, try to keep myself from hunger but even so it still finds me, I feel it waiting like a beast at the back of my mind.