He grasped the weapon tightly, as if really considering to shank her ass right there. He held it so tight his knuckles went white. Ghiaccio then let go of it, dropping it in his lap. "I...can't." He muttered quietly, looking down at the blade. Then he grabbed it again, somehow through a sheer incident of stupidity, he cut himself of his hand. "Dammit." He said, letting the blood drip from his palm and onto the Mask....the Mask. It had a reaction to it which caused spikes to violently erupt out for a moment, which then sunk back in.