Rea watched him, amazed at how he quickly switched emotions. She flinched, feeling her body tense at her father's voice. "You won't kill him?" she asked, her voice weak.<br/><br/>"Of course not, now silence that blubbering. I've never heard a child whine as much as you, Rea. Enough."<br/><br/>She felt her throat well up and then anger replaced it. Glaring at Jakob hatefully, she unsheathed her sword and advanced on him. Her sword at his throat as she lifted his head with it precariously. She, herself, held her head up and frowned hard. "I hate you, so much," she whispered, "I hope when they reach a verdict and you writhe out of their grip and they jerk you back with these chains... That the sword slips and silences your panic quickly. The deader you are, the happier I will be. Disgusting duivel." she snarled, throwing the act up weakly as she turned and left as quickly as she could.<br/><br/>Her mother only watched as her daughter left, she crossed her arms. "Bring me the chair, the strapped one," she ordered, as if her daughter hadn't just pulled that whole scene at all. She was prepared for it, expected it, Rea was weak. She looked over to Cainen and nodded, "We'll starve our prisoner tonight, torture him, and allow him no sleep. Cainen, if you feel it is unimportant, you're welcome to go back to your prior attendances."