[ Templars, her memory tells her, feeling more separate from her body by the minute, hunt abominations. Track down dangerous creatures. He was a templar, he knows when there is a duty to be done, no matter how unpleasant. The dog growls dangerously and her skin prickles, fingers twitching. She almost growls back.

He addresses the animal and she has a hard time understanding why he's separating himself from a potential ally. Another weapon, a resource, in the impending fight against Cecily. He sends the dog off and she sucks distantly at the inside of her cheek, missing the taste of blood and raw. ]

A man who claimed to be a healer removed all the symptoms. [ She's angry at the insinuation; although he's being rational, her rage spikes wildly, making her lip twitch into scowl, betraying flashes of sharpening teeth. ] I felt normal again. But, it wasn't permanent.

[ Obviously. ]

He offered a solution and I accepted. Am I to blame that it didn't hold? That I put my trust in another person before a god?

[ Why is there so much conversation? It's so difficult. Needless. They'll never see eye to eye; they're only postponing the inevitable. ]