"I can't sleep..." Terrence said, almost in lament, "I rarely sleep long if I do." Terrence looked down at the fire again.<br/>In some ways, he felt better. In others he felt like dying. But he wouldn't ascend (or perhaps descend) the clearing at the edge of the field until his life was taken by another's hand. Then, the blood was there's to do with as they wished.<br/>As if Terrence didn't have enough on his own hands, he choked on it for fifteen ever-fucking years.<br/>"I'd...I'd like to continue our palaver if it's not too much. I want to tell you my tale. It'll help the blood to fade, if not completely, I'll take what I can get, anything's better than this curse. But I ask you...never refer to me as what you did before."<br/>This was more a demand than a question, and it was important to him.