Strangers

It's raining. It suits my mood.
I realise now that I don't notice the people around me, as much as I did the first days outside. They smell, and make the same relentless noise, but somehow I have grown accustomed to it. I just don't bother with it anymore. No more need for the perfumed scarf.
Rain. I've never actually experienced rain before. It's beautiful. It cleanses the air, makes me wish I could somehow take deeper breaths. But somehow rain affects my mood. I guess it emphasises the feeling of failure.
Tonight, in a dark alley near a loud nightclub I saw a woman being ravaged. Thinking about it now, I believe I should have done something, but at the time I found it unimportant. She was crying and she saw me, even as she was trying to push the guy away. She saw me and pushed her mental pleas of rescue at me. I turned away, but the images stayed.
My reasons now seem wrong, but they are the only truth; I'm not here to save humanity from itself. I'm here to stop GRAE. He's an unnatural element in this world. A virus. A parasite.

I don't think I'll catch him alive.

Something strange occurred, as I walked through the centrals station tonight. A woman looked at me. That is not the strange thing, lots of people notice me. I look different. No, she only looked at me for a moment, from across the hall, and the oddest feeling came over me. So simple, so unnerving.
She felt wrong. I cannot say anything else, other than her only though to me was "white" and she thought it with such a strange mix of warmth, care and evil.
Evil... I'm not sure why I choose this word. She was there and then she wasn't.

I wish this train would go faster, I want to get home.