Jasper snapped. "I want to? I want to go insane like some sort of mental patient when I smell blood? I want to hurt people? I want to feel crazy and alone every day of eternity?" he said, his eyes becoming blood-red again. "I don't want to. That's why I'm standing right here, that's why I'm holding my breath till I feel like I'm about to pass out!" he shouted, gradually calming again as he inhaled some fresh air. "That is why, I am doing this!" He intentionally toppled over the edge of the cliff, waiting to hit rock bottom. Instead, he involuntarily spun round at the last minute, and landed on all fours, like the instinct of a cat. "I don't give a crap about immortality", he muttered under his breath.