As they walked out of the abandoned boardroom, George's mind began to whirl with everything he had learned and experienced. The world he had been thrust into was far more complex and dangerous than he had ever imagined.
'Hunters, witches, blood craft, sun craft...' he mused silently. 'It's like I've stepped into some dark fairy tale. Except this is all too real.'
His thoughts inevitably drifted to his Night Crawler form. It was both his greatest asset and his most unpredictable liability.
'It's like having another being inside me,' George reflected, a hint of frustration coloring his internal monologue. 'Sometimes it takes control when it chooses, emerging at will. Other times, I'm just a passenger, watching helplessly as it acts. And then there are those blackouts... waking up to find destruction in my wake, with no memory of what happened.'
