[A god? Nathan thinks he understands. He hasn't killed--not yet--but he knows what it's like to feel that power, to know that he could snuff out a life if he wanted to. The desire to repress violent, bloody fantasies falls away completely and his breath comes in short, excited puffs.
He doesn't know if he wants to stab this woman or be stabbed by her. Either way, there needs to be blood.]