In the course of most character interactions I read in fiction, the assorted variations of 'hurt my (insert loved one here) and I will kill you' trope make me want to bang my head softly against the wall in despair, but in the context of this being an adventure setting where Resurrection is kept on hand by pretty much every party of the appropriate level as well as Sigdi's nuanced version of it is probably my favourite use of it I've ever seen.

I hope to be approximately that awesome when my grandchildren arrive at some distant day... not that I would ever raise my child in such a way as to act in such a reprehensible manner as either of these two layabouts and rapscallions.