"STOP IT! STOP IT GET YOUR GRUBBY HUMAN HANDS AWAY FROM ME!" Pandora howled. "YOU VIOLATE A DIVINE BEING!"
"As do you," Vol spat back. He could speak properly now, but he still didn't have the eyeballs to fill in the hollow holes of his eye sockets. "This is mine, all of it. That chair is mine. You're an intruder."
"No! We gave you it back! We have a part in it!" Pandora said. "You owe us!"
"I OWE YOU NOTHING!" Vol thundered. "I AM A RAIDER! I TAKE WHAT I WISH! YOUR POWER, MY THRONE, THE THRONE OF THIS KINGDOM, AND OLIVER PATRICK'S HEAD, THEY WILL ALL FALL TO ME."
Pandora shrunk back, as though afraid. She looked like a chastised child. She held her hands up to defend herself. Tears were in her eyes.
"No!" She said, shaking her head. "This isn't what I want… I don't want to be a slave. DEATH KNIGHT! KILL HIM! IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE! KILL HIM, AND WE'LL STILL COMPLETE THE PROCESS BEFORE HE DIES! WE'RE THROUGH ENOUGH ALL READY!"
