I fell to the floor, and coughed up some blood. "GET THAT SWORD BACK ON MY THROAT AND KILL ME!" I say as I stand up. "I'M NOT GOING TO TALK, I'M PERFECTLY HAPPY THE WAY I AM, NOW KILL ME!" I shout. I grab one of the pieces of glass I coughed up, and bring it to my throat. "IF YOU DON'T, I WILL!"