"Anyone can change, but it involves a sacrifice most people aren't ready for," I replied.
"What sacrifice?" she asked.
"To murder the past self so the new self can thrive is a sacrifice. Past that, Noir is good for now, he should wake up soon," I sat down as I replied to her.
My back to the wall, I finally breathed out, and Noir's life was finally out of the danger zone.
"Murder the past self..? That's a violent way of putting it," She said as she checked Noir's condition.
"Violence, aggression, movement, and ambition all of these are similar in that they represent an enemy of comfort. Comfort is the end of all things even if it is earned, death is a sweet rest is it not?"
"It is, yet it's an escape," she replied.
"A sweet escape, a comfort. Yet as a crow recently told me, do not go gentle into that goodnight. Rage. Rage against the dying of the light…" I answered her as sleep took over me.