'You're lying.' The man growled a pointed the silver blade at Casey, his eyes narrowed in a glare, 'I know you're lying because I've told many lies in my life time. The character behind my existence is experienced in the art of lying so do us all a favour and don't try to be smart.' He spat before clicking his fingers, 'Break his arm.'<br/>'Wait! Wait!' Alistair yelled out and threw up his arms defensively, 'You can't possibly be ok with this? Your beloved is becoming a tool for murder. Are you all right with that?'<br/>'My beloved was always a tool for murder in her death.' The man spat before rising from the ground and pointing the blade at the womans head, 'In my fictional life the lips of my beloved took away the life of someone I hated very much.'<br/>'Oh really?' Alistair asked, his interest piquing by the revelation, 'How very creative of your character to use the lips of your beloved. How did he do it? Poison?'<br/>'Correct.' He spoke with a nod before pointing to himself with the silver blade, 'Vindice the Revenger.'