"That is pathetic. I, Ghiaccio have done much more. I killed dozens of cats, murdered a little girl over a mere sandwich. I took a shot from a .50BMG to the chest and lived, this was before I, Ghiaccio rejected my humanity. Then along the way I befriended Irina, she's rather infamous should I say around here. I brutally beat Quincy to a near pulp, slammed his face into the ground and forced him to eat my shoe. I currently have Hovark's blood in my possession. So what did YOU say again? Oh, right, just tortured a person and killed another. Pathetic." He retorted, turning to face him with a smug grin on his face.