[ Then step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. Anywhere that Pitch could find well away from the horrid sun or equally as terrible Life Stream was both safe haven and doorway for him. When he moved this time, he allowed his bright gold eyes, and sharp (if stained) teeth to show through the gloom. ]

You do not think of the complexity in walking, you just do it. The same principle applies.

[ But then Alla asks for a name. Of course it's just common courtesy, and really Pitch Black had become his name by now, but just the fact someone else was asking was enough to make Pitch narrow his eyes and sneer with obvious disdain. ]

You mortals and your need for names. What does it matter who I am? You will still be making noise, and I shall still be awaiting sunset.