Stryfe released his attempt to bind her body to catch the tree with his teke instead, sending it hurtling back towards her, as he advanced, sword drawn.

"I know all my family, everyone who is responsible for the misery of my life," he told her grandly, puncturing each word with a step forward, a thrust of his hand and a telekinetic blow. "The parents of my failed future, the monster who twisted my youth, the witches who created that feeble copy of myself in the camp below."

"Do you desire death so much to wish to place yourself on that list?"