Waken.

From the perspective of Nightengale

Ah! My thoughts, they are returning. My plots, my brain, my intellect! Shadows, shadows, all around - they mean something to me now. I can recognize them. The red haze has failed, and now I can offer much more than bloodshed. I've gorged myself completely and fully, and though the want is still there, I have reached the point where I can control it. I'm growing, and my willpower grows with me. It's hard to control myself sometimes still, yet I'm not actively killing all things in sight anymore. I am very thankful for that, and I offer my prayers to the shadows.

The shadows!

They have been waiting for me. Master has been waiting for me to arise with my subtleties in tact and serve him. I must, I must, and I will. I have served myself selfishly, and now I must arise to my responsibilities or be lost into insanity. I grasp it fully and completely, except there's one more thing which I must do before I can commit myself fully and completely to the Lord of Shadows...