"Damn murderer, though least you have somethin' of a reason. No, he gets his rush through shaming and shrak. See?" [i]The Uruk's hand would then shoot up, though not to hit Bedlam, as his pointer finger would rest upon his right cheek. There, a human hand had seemingly burnt into the flesh, seared into Dúsh's tattered skin, the palm the deepest part of the wound.[/i]