There he sits, the pale undead boy. Trying to see if he can feel the warmth of the bonfire, but alias. He can't feel a thing, try as he might.

"Damn it." He mutters, his arms dropping to their sides. All he could feel these days was either pain or hatred.

Pure hatred for that stupid little fairy. That wretched and disgusting little creature he'd like to strangle with his bare hands.

"Mark my words, Leaf... You too shall know fear." He growls out to the empty air.