Voltus rose from the table and plucked a scalpel from a tray, he dragged it across the inside is his hand and held it infront or Rhodri, it was an R. "you've made my life hell, you've taken everything I love." he told him looking into his eyes "but I can never deny someone their dignity.". Voltus walked towards Rhodri, calmly the scalpel held tight in his fist, he hugged Rhodri and levelled the knife to his heart, "I want you to know that you die in the arms of a friend..." he pushed the sharp blade through the skin if the assassin and lodged it between his ribs, he pulled Rhodri closer as he pushed the knife deeper, all the while, his face compassionate to Rhodri's pain.