One would really doubt if he would know my history and how I ended up lying on the sacrificial table voluntarily as an offering for whatever ritual this is. The night after I came to see Alec is the month's full moon—the day of the ritual. Alec must be so happy that I am finally making his dream come true. I could see it in his eyes. Though, I could also see that he felt not the least bit of remorse for what is about to happen. All I could see in his eyes is pure excitement, joy and nothing else. He will never regret this for sure. He has no conscience.