The Lord of the Undying Storm scowled viciously at Blaze, then slowly started to produce a wicked grin.
"You think I'm wicked, don't you?" He said, frost flaking off his words. "That a heart, as cold as ice, couldn't possibly be a lesser evil?" He reeled back and laughed a bitter, resentful laugh, before staring back into the eyes of his captor.
"Your little naive heart will be washed away by her boiling fury. Is there yet a chance that this frozen heart may one day thaw? I doubt it. But she can only grow colder. The longer she sits, the more violent her tempest. There is not a drop of good in her, and she hates everything that breathes the air."
"But, I'll let you find out for yourself when she comes." The Lord of the Undying Storm said, with a shrug. "Since you evidently won't believe me. Now, can you hurry up and arrest me or whatever? My arms are getting tired."