You can see the fear in his eyes, but also the hunger. The thick smell of blood in the air and the promise of power being so close is intoxicating to him. All he can see is the power of the ritual, and the freedom that power brings. The freedom to do anything - to be anything.
Ah - the little voice in the back of our minds. 'All is lost!' it cries, and it's all too easy to believe it. There is only one good response to it: 'Shut the hell up.'