Ramul's POV
All through his narration, I could do nothing but stare in fear at his words. He had gone through each century and millennia in hatred and revenge had been his fuel. How he had not snapped since day one impressed me much. He had controlled his emotions unlike those of some mages around.
"So what do you want to do then?" I asked, laying deep into my seat. "Do you want to… stab me with that?"
He looked at the weapon in his hand, "This? No. I'll be giving it to you to do it for me."
"But you know I cannot do that. I have already apologized a million times. I am tired of doing that over and over again."
"Well your apology is nothing if my family still lays within the earth!"
"What else do you want apart from me dying?"
He dropped the weapon onto his lap to stare at me, "Can you bring them back?"
"Your family?"
"Yes, my family. Can you bring them back?"
"I am no god or mage."
