The shadows and he were old friends, family that could never be fully parted no matter how hard any external force tried. This is where he was at home, sitting and waiting like the hunter he was. Though it was paranoia that drove him to do this tonight, he had no reason to really think they were being followed.<br/><br/>“Sort of...”<br/><br/>Though Lazar didn't really play games. His mind worked differently than most, didn't need to be entertained all the time like a normal mind. He could sit for hours not really moving looking at a single point on the skyline waiting for something to change so he could react.<br/><br/>“..its hard to explain. Sometimes you don't see a different as much as feel it.”<br/><br/>He canted his head slightly, a loud crack issued forth from his neck.<br/><br/>“I am healed enough. If you'd like me to leave I can.”<br/><br/>He said softly and he really was, there was no silver only scratched and those were mostly gone. The wounds were nearly all fully healed, nothing that would last longer than another few more hours. He really felt a weight on her, it was the animal inside of him that did. The tiger that prowled around his every thought. He could feel her emotions...and he could feel that tension in her very core. Too bad he just had no idea how to help other than leave her the hell alone. She was nice, gentle...caring. He would have for her to get hurt because of him. That is one more reason he sat at the window and looked out into the night. She needed to be safe, he needed to be sure she was going to be safe. Knowing there is at least one person like her out in the world gave this hardened killer hope. Hope for a better world was all he had, hope that maybe things will turn out alright. It was very dim in his eyes, but it was there.