The boy gazed at Amarth with absolute hatred. "You killed them all. My father, my brother, all of them. I don't care if I die, so long as I take you with me!" He wobbled weakly towards Amarth, making some attempt at holding up a sword, but Amarth simply sheathed his weapon and walked away.
"Enough," Amarth said as he walked out of the smoke, "I made peace with my demons long ago. That technique won't work on me. But I want to know, why would you use it anyway?"
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