You called out my name. You have been thinking about me... You're afraid
of the darkness I command. Good... The more you think of me, the closer my
return draws. And when I have awoken, I will take hold...

I have watched you fight. I know your strength. Your skill with darkness
has grown. It has become more mature. And yet, why... Why do you accept the
darkness---but still refuse me? You know you and I are similar. We both follow
where the darkness leads. Indeed, we are the same, so why? Does some part of
your heart still have a fear of the dark?

This...is hardly...the end... Your darkness---I gave it...all to you...
My dark shadow...lingers... Someday... Someday... I will return!