And whom is going to interject? The one you work for is far too much of a coward to come stop me himself. And the only power you have in this plane are those pathetic little seals of yours.
I'd say more like a thirst for it. An intense one. Some lady helped me though, so I'm not running around, wildly killing things for their energy anymore.
Well... At least I no longer hurt for the shit. Became a nuisance.
Anyhow, watch your back out here. There's people out here good and evil alike who wouldn't mind having a go at you. Seems the more someone involves themselves, the more they make a target of themselves. Not sure what I'll do from here on...