The ghastly tattoos were gone. So was my pain. I cried with gratitude. I’m very happy for her. “I am death,” he said hollowly. *shudders* It was indeed her scent. Underlining it I smelled tears, urine and blood. All relatively fresh and tinged with fear. I looked at Luçien in horror. What had he done to her? *growls at him* Once the echoes of Isabeau´s death stopped, I returned to the present. My eyes locked with Luçien´s. I don’t like Lucien’s mind. I know she doesn’t either, especially knowing what he’s done. But I stared at him in sorry. *wince* I can’t believe I didn’t catch that. Sorry! “May I place her in the sand?” Luçien asked, not daring to speak out Isabeau´s name. “If you care to wait until I have found the exact spot her father and brother died.” I love Gri. ”Do it for yourself then,” I barked. “But silently. Your words have the power to scar my soul.” SERIOUSLY He aught to be ashamed. He’s a terrible being with MUCH to atone for. I open the chest in the hall. There they were, the gruesome, but effective tools of my trade. Since Grianán´s early childhood, when she first found out about them, she has been fearful of them. That will make them more effective. It makes me want to gag. “My life,” I whispered. “All has trickled away like water. You did a good job. Tell me, how many Force witches have you redeemed?” So does that. And he would consider their deaths redemption. I think so, anyway. “I won´t,” he got out. “I gave you a promise. Please be assured that I will honour it.” For once in his bloody life. “Hit you? Why should I want to do that?” Luçien sounded confused. Oh hm, let me see. Because you’ve done it before? Because you’ve done WORSE than it before? Because you’re a raving psychopath?