„No one noticed how guilty he felt, they just saw his guilt. No one saw the pain he was in, only the pain he caused. No one realized he hated himself, far more than anyone else could ever hate him.
She gave him hope when he wanted to give up. She ga...
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That's how I imagine the clothes of Will, Tom, Jack and Oliver in this chapter. (:
London. Sarah.
"Me," Sarah decided, getting to her feet before Will could say anything. He just looked at her urgently. Scott nodded, holding out his hand, which Sarah grabbed.
"Stand in the biggest circle. There." He pointed to the circle, which was just big enough for her sturdy, wide winter boots. „Close your eyes", he ordered. Sarah obeyed.
Scott muttered words in a language she did not know and that sounded fluent and sweet; like the sounds of Tom's piano or Jack's violin. Her fingers began to tingle and then became numb. The unpleasant feeling seemed to occupy her whole body and she was increasingly aware of the intrusive candle smoke.
Then an icy chill passed through Sarah's veins, her whole body stiffening and her fingers clawed at Scott's. She was no longer able to open her eyes and it was as if an invisible hand reached into her and searched in her head for information. Her skull felt as if she had run several times against a concrete pillar, or as if he were being squeezed further and further between two pieces of marble. It was almost unbearable. She tasted blood in her mouth because she had bitten herself and tried to swallow the burgeoning panic.
Scott asked her the same questions as the Consul - Sarah still thought it was funny to talk to a person as high as Mr. Cruncher. She did not even have to move her lips, for the words seemed to rise from her throat against her will. It was a disturbing feeling.
"Scott ..", Will said after half of the procedure was over. Sarah thought she would hear him get up, probably because he had settled on the couch.
Scott's voice was oppressive, as if the interrogation cost him tremendous strength. "We'll be ready soon."
Scott murmured a few words in the foreign tongue again before covering her face. He touched her lips with one of his cool rings before she suddenly opened her eyes. Like a fish in the countryside, she gasped and tried to retreat, but her legs failed. It was as if only Scott's physical strength had kept her upright.
Undeterred, she went to the ground, but Will caught her in time. His strong arms lifted her and finally to a leather armchair, where Sarah took a seat. The blood on her lips was almost dried when Will gave her a towel Scott had already prepared. Tension eased from her body as she cleaned her face.
Will gave her one last look before entering the pentagram. "Let's get it over quickly."
Will did much better than Sarah. He did not grimace, not even when Scott held the cold ring to his lips and he stepped out of the circle when he had answered all the questions. Groaning he let crack his neck. Scott sank back into his chair, out of breath, examining the two of them with half-closed eyes.
"Is there any news in the case of Pirenfer?" He asked after a while.
"He has given us a warning you should read through at the institute."
