[ if the fear ever leaves entirely, that means something is wrong. when hubris takes over for sense. it's good she can feel fear much as it's good that sometimes, so can he. ]

The world was a savage place. When I was first turned I spelled out my revenge by killing as many Turks as possible. I was young, and angry, and wanted to kill anyone that had wronged me. No one knew how to combat me, then. I was free to do as I pleased, but the thought was still there: what if someone knows how, what if someone finds out, what if I'm killed before I finish my work.

It was... harrowing in a way, despite my newfound strength.