[I lowered my head, but not in shame, in rage and fury. My voice, cold as ice and dark as midnight resounded against the floors and walls, each syllable without emotion. "Your tongue is sharp child.... yet you seem not prepared to back it up.... I challenge you... death the price that one shall pay, food what the other shall recieve... I extend that upon you... Do you take it!" I allowed myself to calm down slightly, but I still cradled the hatred deep within, knowing that I might soon need it...