The vial dangled right before Ryuk's drooping eyes, as the blood in his throat gurgled even more.
"Come on, kid, open the door."
"Don't tell me you want to die so badly in my hands, do you?" Owen said with an evil giggle, before turning to the side, looking at the unconscious body of Orrelith.
"Or… do you want me to slowly carve her apart, piece by piece, while you watch?"
He sneered. "She must be important if you brought her here, right?"
Ryuk's fingers twitched twice.
His eyeball slowly rolled in its socket, turning to Owen.
"You..." he said, his lips moving, but the gurgle of blood down in his throat was louder.
"Huh?" Owen raised an eyebrow, leaning his ear closer to Ryuk's lips.
Now he could hear it more clearly.
"You're... weak... and pa...the...tic. Ju...st... li...ke... I've... al...ways... thought."
A sentence enough to cause a vein of rage to pop out on Owen's head.
But the vein cooled down as he whispered back.
