[ WP ] Jack the Ripper in custody speaking with a constable about the motivation for his crimes .

He has a little toy top he spins, on the metal table. He says he saw it in a movie last year, something about dreams and staying awake. Inception. 
 
 `` But we are n't talking about movies, Jack,'' I tell him, leaning back in my metal chair. Jack only smiled. He was n't the Ripper anymore, just another man cursed to walk the world until their purpose was done. He had killed a few more women, but now his lusts had turned to different things, food, wine, eternity, and the dark arts. 
 
 I caught him gathering dragon blood in the forbidden archives. One touch of his skin and I knew -- I had found Jack the Ripper. But I did n't know why, he had to admit the reasons himself. I could see the crime but not the passions behind them. In my 230 years alive I had never come across someone so famous. 
 
 `` We are talking about something very similar,'' Jack said. `` I am infamous, a known killer. I haunt people. I have remained alive all this time because people do not understand the dark arts, the reason I needed to live.'' 
 
 `` Tell me then...'' I said, leaning forward, pursing my lips. 
 
 `` I could,'' Jack said. `` But you would not understand that in the moment... I had to live. I was dying, you see. I was dying -- a doctor! Dying of some common plague. And to live, I had to find the woman who cursed me to live like that, to die like that. But then... I was promised forever, if I killed but a few more. 10, 20, what are they to me. To live I kill whores. To survive I drink the blood of men who lust for great things.'' 
 
 `` But what does it mean?'' I demanded, pounding my fist on the table. 
 
 `` It means, simply, that I wished to live more than I wished for them to live,'' Jack said. 
 
 Then with a smile, he shifted into shadow and was gone.
