It's strange, looking into the past. This moment is an opportunity to lift the curtain and view something that's never been meant for him. He hesitates in the doorway, assessing the shades performing before him. It's an old habit for John, taking a moment to decide upon his role before proceeding any further into a tense situation.
He could turn and walk away. It would cost nothing. All of this has happened before, long ago. What can he do besides bear witness? There seems very little chance of him creating a meaningful disruption.
"If you need me to leave, I'll leave," he says at last, though the look on this child's face twists like a knife in his stomach.
He thinks: Can I dispel this?
John remembers the words. He remembers the crack of small bones into an iron bowl and the blue flame that joined them to sanctify the air and drive any lingering shadows back beyond the veil. But still, he stalls. The idea of performing even unobtrusive, makeshift spell work seems like borrowing trouble. The stakes within the Inquisition are higher than any he has ever experienced in his life. There will be consequences for him and for Nascere (Madi) if he's found out.
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He could turn and walk away. It would cost nothing. All of this has happened before, long ago. What can he do besides bear witness? There seems very little chance of him creating a meaningful disruption.
"If you need me to leave, I'll leave," he says at last, though the look on this child's face twists like a knife in his stomach.
He thinks: Can I dispel this?
John remembers the words. He remembers the crack of small bones into an iron bowl and the blue flame that joined them to sanctify the air and drive any lingering shadows back beyond the veil. But still, he stalls. The idea of performing even unobtrusive, makeshift spell work seems like borrowing trouble. The stakes within the Inquisition are higher than any he has ever experienced in his life. There will be consequences for him and for Nascere (Madi) if he's found out.