Josh nods. "I... it's hard to think of them, that way, after what they did to the town that took me in," he says, quietly, before beginning to throw. He clearly doesn't have much skill, and a lot of pent up anger, so the first few throws go wild, but once he starts to focus, he consistently has the knife strike the target, if not point first.<br/><br/>Then, he seems to have an idea. This time, he throws it, but without spinning it, almost more like a dart. This time, it sinks in, point first, dead center of the target... even going so far as to change course, slightly, during the throw. Three more tosses, all in roughly the same place. More, faster; he's clearly getting the hang of using his skills, in conjunction with the throw.