When the stuffed nug comes out the kid's gaze fixates on that now, eyes still wide as he stares at it. His hands twitch, as if wanting to reach out, but he's still holding the book and thus opts to stay still.

"Nuggins," he whispers, and for some reason now tears start to fill at the corners of his eyes. "He's always with me. They took him away from me to make it hurt... they took everything away... they came in the night suddenly, crashing through the door while we were having dinner. Mama and papa, they..."

As he speaks his voice slowly changes, his quiet mutterings getting louder and then deeper somehow, a strange discord in his voice that sounds not of this world. By the last few words they echo differently, and the hum of lyrium more time, but this time it doesn't break.

"I watched them as they burned. Burning in pain, in anger, in rage--" Steam rises from his skin now, and smoke starts to come out from the ends of the storybook in his arms. A healing scar across his cheek glows and then burns with the fires of the demon within him as he looks at all eight of them now, demonic fire burning in his eyes.

"And I swear that one day, I will make them pay."