[Honor]

For a moment, just a single moment, William wondered what it would be like to be in Artemis's position. Was she hurt by his coldness? Had she expected him to be sad? Was he even of any significance to her? He shook his head suddenly, knowing it was not wise to let his mind wander this path. But despite his anger at what she was, caring for her and trying to understand her was second nature to him.

Standing, he rummaged through his closet before finding his appropriate slayer gear. He needed to release stress, and distract himself. He needed to kill something.

He pulled on the dark clothing. It was made for fighting, but also for being discrete. It was simple and would help him blend into any crowd, and if there was no crowd, into the darkness of the night. He got as many weapons as he could have without them drawing attention to him. He was a hunter, but he could not openly attack his prey. It was almost funny, that the human people he did this to protect would panic at the sight of him with a weapon.

The moment he was completely ready for a night out hunting, he took his keys, locked his door, and vanished into the night. He hoped to find prey that would put up a fight.