"Yea," Shri whispers before Engel showed up a wicked smile on his face as he stood in front of Shri's cell. "You think you could murder me, child? Heh! You thought you could get away with it," he said sliding the point of his blade through the crack in the door close to where Shri was chained. "You like this?" he asked with a smile that would make anyone disturbed or sick to their stomachs. "What happened, Engel?" Shri whispered. "Shut up, wench! You tried killing me! I don't care about you or your games! You can stick it where the sun don't shine for all I care," he said half of it devoid of meaning. Shri glanced away whispering, "You mean that? You really mean that, don't you?" He left her in silence, and that silence cut through her sharply.