I looked at you while you were in prison. A little naughty prisoner. I heard that you were famous but us Blood Warriors were wise and fast. I was just staring at you with my blood red eyes. Your other eye had a eyepatch. And the other didn't. I didn't even bother to ask, I was continuing looking deathly staring at you. But I was happy that I got you. Yes I was mad and still mad. I held onto the bars tightly.