"I do not care about you or your brothers," Erik growls. "For the love of God, shut up!" The inane talking is almost worse than the literal stabbing.

"Don't bother. Neither method will kill me. And even if it could, I will not stay dead here and you know that." All the same, he'd really rather not sit around waiting for his body to regrow from his head. This sicko might decide to take it home as a trophy in the mean time.