[Sounds tired.] "Don't move. Killing demons is my job. So of course, I'll take your little sister's head too."

[Angry] "Never leave yourself so defenseless in front of an enemy! Stop bowing so pitifully! If that worked, your family would still be alive! How can a weakling like you, who bows down when its time to fight, to kill or be killed.. how can such a man cure his little sister? or even find his enemy? IF YOU WANT SOMETHING YOU MUST FIGHT FOR IT! The meek have no power and no options! The strong will crush them in every way! Demons might know how to cure your little sister.. but.. no demon will respect your whining and begging! And for that matter, I don't respect you either! that's reality! Before.. why did you cover your sister? Did you think that would protect her?! Why didn't you throw your hatchet? Why did you show me your back?! That's how I was able to take her! I should have skewered you both!"

[Inner monologue. Very calm.] "Don't cry. Don't despair. Those things will do you no good. Your family is dead and your sister had become a demon. Your heart is crushed. I know your pain, how you must want to cry out. If I'd come half a day sooner.. your family might have survived. But there is no turning back now. Fill your heart with anger. Strong, pure anger that gives no quarters. Anger that becomes the unwavering force that drives your limbs. Weakness and empty promises cannot protect your sister or find her a cure. And they certainly cannot avenge your family."