He smirk grew wider. This living ship, messing with his mind, trying to make him fearful. He continued to walk, as his smirk grew into a sick smile, making a couple people around him back off. He felt his sins tingling down his back, energizing him, making him anxious. His true self itching to shed his shell. Once he was out, there was no turning back. His red eyes began to slow transition to a ghostly green as the time of death grew near.