"N-NO!" [i]Dim scrambled away to the upper part of the stage upon hearing the mechanical beings voice. Dim looked upon the robot with great fear and anger. Dim still had the violin's bow in his hand, and looked at the part of the instrument apprehensively. Dim depressed the end of the bow to his wrist, then leered at Orion with madness in his cataract-ridden eyes. Dim began to develop tears.[/i] "If it is b-blood... that I must spill.... to c-complete my work... MY LIFES WORK-" [i]Dim jammed the bow into his wrist, only it didn't go the intended length in. Dim screamed in agony and pressed the bow deeper into his arm. Then, the bow splintered into pieces. Dim screamed once more, louder and louder. He grabbed hold of the broken piece of the bow that was pinned in his arm. [/i] "-THEN SO IT SHALL BE!" [i]With a final, sonorous cry, he ripped the bow out of his arm and blood spewed like a fountain from the wound. Dim wiggled his fingers in the gushing wound and began to scrawl what seemed to be musical notes on the walls in his own blood.[/i]