The child grunts as Anders drains his mana, and without it to sustain the fires they're quickly snuffed out by Adelaide's icy spells - most of it, that is: the book in the boy's arms continues to burn still. There's still a fire burning in his eyes despite it all too - a fire that is clearly more than just the rage demon itself, now.

"It no longer matters what papa and mama think," he says, only the faintest hint of sorrow in his voice that's quickly covered by the anger that follows. "I made this choice. I wanted it to stay. It's the only friend I have who'll help me." The book in his arms is burning from all four corners now, but the heat of it barely stops the child at all, entirely unfazed. "It knows my rage, because it is my rage."

The blood along his cheek abruptly crystallizes, a flurry of frozen red fractals covering the side of his face and quickly starting to spread. The hum of lyrium heightens even further, and the steam from before returns once more, this time in tenfold.

"Nobody will hurt me again. Nobody will touch me again. I'm stronger than everybody else. I can crush them. I can crush everything--starting with you!"

With an inhuman roar the child suddenly surges forward, the ashes of the storybook crumbling onto the table, and fire burns underneath his skin as he lunges straight for the individual closest to him.