Karloff was young still and rather dazed. Dazed with his experience with Terra Stryker. She had cut away his mask, left him vulnerable...Left him open to question everything he had ever accepted of his life, or ever felt he would become. He was lost, without a path or destination. Just lost, with no strings to tie him to anything.
He was a free floating space, not connected, or at least not connected feeling with anyone. For weeks, he flitted about...Lost, questioning everything. And in that time he grew into a young adult. Gangly...confused, and uncovered from anything he ever wanted to hide. But with time, he took up the mask. The only familiar semblance of life he had.
It was not his choice, to chose that path anymore. But the mask...the mask made him have some sense of purpose, some sort of connection to his past. Some sort of...weird familiarity that made him okay.
So, once again, Karloff took up the mask of a skinwalker, but this time knowing full-well that it was not a path he chose. He wanted to know, he wanted to be okay...but how would that work?
Taking a few deep drinks of water from the stream, he considered what he needed to do now. Forgive? Move on? But the anger was too intense...What could he do? Wasn't he already a monster?
