[ He'd sooner die than show any glimpse that the Dimitri she remembers still lives. He's as much of a ghost to the man as the others that haunt him; a weak, spineless coward who couldn't do what it took when it mattered- He grits his teeth as his head throbs. ]

I'm not the Dimitri you know, [ he bites back, almost instinctually. He closes the distance between them and crosses his arms defensively. ] You wouldn't be the first kinsman I killed and I doubt you'd be the last. Even if indirectly, I will destroy you. Perhaps even in ways more painful than death.