He and his 'order' can go to hell for all I care. [He coughs up a strained answer, voice choking around at the end of his sentence. Suddenly, he feels his pulse speeding up again as the wave of emotion washes over him. A faint, dusty pink flush colors his otherwise pale face, framing up his red eyes. He's not quite sure whether the anxiety ruling over him is from anger or sadness.]

H-he needs to, [He swallows his saliva, words sounding like a dry hiss] He needs to pay for what he did to her. I want him to know that the one who built him up and took him down was no other than me. The mistake he discarded as disgrace. T-that's why you and everyone else will need to die.