This is a scene from Anastasia (1997). She says getting rid of Rasputin for good. She says:
“This is for Dimitri! This is for my family! And this - this is for you. DASVIDANYA!”
I wonder if SJM had this movie as inspiration when Feyre kills the Attor.
“I angled my dagger over the Attor’s bony, elongated rib cage. “This is for Rhys,” I hissed in its pointed ear. The reverberation of steel on bone barked into my hand. Silvery blood warmed my fingers. The Attor screamed. I yanked out my dagger, blood flying up, splattering my face. “This is for Clare.” I plunged my blade in again, twisting. Buildings took form. The Sidra ran red, but the sky was empty—free of soldiers. So were the streets. The Attor was screaming and hissing, cursing and begging, as I ripped free the blade. I could make out people; make out their shapes. The ground swelled up to meet us. The Attor was bucking so violently it was all I could do to keep it in my forge-hot grip. Burning skin ripped away, carried above us. “And this,” I breathed, leaning close to say the words into its ear, into its rotted soul. I slid my dagger in a third time, relishing the splintering of bones and flesh. “This is for me.”
