The figure on the throne doesn't react to his ranting and comments, though, as he finishes, the eyes slowly adjust their focus, bringing him under their unnerving, steely gaze. The fingers slowly stop drumming on the armrest, and it feels uncomfortably as if he were peering not<em>at</em>Caiphias, but<em>into</em>him. A long minute passes, before he notices the hand on the armrest begin to move, slightly, curling up towards a fist. As it does so, he'll feel a sudden chill descend upon him, and a tightening sensation, as if those same, bony fingers were wrapped around his heart. The sound of his own blood begins pounding louder and louder in his ears.<br/><br/>"Such a simple thing to end. So many vital components, and sufficient damage to almost any of them would end you in moments. You are here because your body is<em>dying.</em>Your drew upon my power, you came into my realm. There are several frantically pleading for your continued existence, and the more you speak, the more those pleas are sounding less attractive. But, please, continue."