Lost Creek Hollow one by one, i hear them calling

it's unfortunate, that. a wiry grin tugs at ingram's scarred lips.

i don't know about you, flamewife ... but trying to change me is impossible. a simple shrug of his shoulders is given. he wishes, for a brief moment, that he knew how to change. that he knew how to be a good subordinate, that everything in him did not rebel against authority.

it's a little easier knowing that what i do isn't just for me anymore. it ... helped, at least.

but it didn't seem to do much for the caged beast feeling that rose within ingram every now and then.