*Hannibal drops as silently and calmly as a cat, landing crouched with one hand on the floor. He stands with all the annoyed dignity of a wet cat, as well.*

I have learned not to worry about what I cannot control, and that fearing death does nothing to prevent it. *He smiles creepily, showing sharp, very white little teeth.* I am also what many people would consider to be criminally insane, but I find such people to be boring and cowlike.