Just as my nightmarish dreams had warned me so frequently, I was faced with an inevitable decision that I would ultimately, never forget. Suddenly right and wrong were so blurred, so confused, and covered with a strong instinct to fight, to brawl it out and drink his blood. Giving into this instinct would make me no better than my enemy, my lover, my teacher. In that moment, there was only one thing I could think about, and that was not giving into temptation.