Hag looked away angrily and sighed. He was angry at himself. "I know what I said...you know much anger..fury...deception...despair have I accumulated through these years? They split you from me long time ago. Almost 20 years. And I bet you don't remember me. They didn't want me near you because I was a bad influence. I was always interested in the black arts, and I was an evil person. When they took away the person I cherished the most...I broke down. And that is why I killed you. I had a mixture of feelings, and I didn't want you to age and turn old. I want you to stay the same forever, with me. By my side." His words were absolutely sincere, and his eyes were watering a bit, and that's when he put his mask back on.

"Hag's the name. Hagger is the full one. 20 years is a long time to remember a name I heard once in my life. I used to call you 'sis' like most brothers do. Now...please, give me your hand," he told her and extended his right hand, which was covered with his gloves and a golden ring with an odd and trasparent red ruby that seemed to have a small universe inside it. He just hoped she trusted him.