When he saw "her" again, a cold shiver went through his body. He raised an eyebrow and looked over to her, walking together with someone else. It made him angry, and somewhere inside his darkened soul he felt pain. The pain to know, he had lost a sister: Deirdre.
"So, she finally arrived..." he said to himself while glancing at his dagger...
The child was born. He felt it inside: a cold shiver that went through his whole body. More and more a great anger arised in his soul. Like a scream of the dark mother herself.
It was time to change things.
Time, to make use of the dagger.
"Sweet Pain, we'll see, my heart. Just a few more days."
