Sabine felt lost. There was nothing in this decision. It was genuinely inconsequential at the time. She had not planned on the hostile pack demanding an audience with Hircine. She didn't even know that it was the last daedra heart they had at the time. Still, by simply leaving the heart there, she could save the lives of her sisters at the coven. She wouldn't have to feel guilty for their lives, she wouldn't have to suffer in a cage, she wouldn't have to have Ariel banished in sneaking her off of Vvardenfell. At the same time, she would never meet the pack. She would never find Meesei, someone closer to a mother than she had ever had. It was not simple at all. She took several moments to weigh up her decision.

For all the arguments, what seemed to be dominating Sabine's thoughts was the guilt for the witches' lives. She couldn't bear to see them torn apart in front of her eyes. It was so overwhelming that she looked up at Meesei and her face contorted into sadness. "I have to leave the heart."

The Hist didn't seem to give her any time to reconsider. As if it was a trap, they swirled the scene back into the void from whence it came and flashes of the following events transpired. Sabine tried to scream to make it unreal, to take back her choice, but she had no lungs or mouth. The Hist didn't heed her at all. Instead, they simply showed Sabine and Meesei the consequences.

They went to the point where the hostile pack arrived and purchased an audience with the Daedra they desired to speak with. Sabine could see a figure of herself watching on, but she wasn't inhabiting her body. She was being shown the event by the Hist, not experiencing it. The scenario flashed to the point of the ritual itself, and the witch in charge held the Daedra heart in her hand. According to every ingredient, Hircine would be summoned, but as soon as the chanting subsided and the lead witch stabbed her knife into the heart, offering it... there was nothing. After all that, Hircine had seen fit to not give the pack an audience. Sabine wanted to scream again as the pack transformed and ravaged the coven. Thankfully, the Hist didn't make her relive the entire event, but their message was stark. Sabine's choice had meant nothing.

This time the Hist's movements and hymns transformed Sabine in another way. They had tricked her, but they had done so for a reason. Their new message was of forgiveness. They even emulated the voices of the witches that had died, reassuring Sabine that it wasn't her fault. She hadn't taken the heart after all, why should it have been her fault? Sabine couldn't help but feel comforted once she had recovered from the shock and trauma of this trial. Her turning, the slaughter of her coven sisters, Ariel's banishment. That was all beyond her control. She could accept that and carry on with without the burden of guilt and still live with the pack. No longer would she have to blame herself.

With the memory of the attack still fresh in her mind, Sabine's next choice came to her in a much greener setting. Cyrodiil. The great forest. She was in her cloak this time, and nearest to her real size and age. She was seated and cringing underneath her furs, and peeked out to see Meesei squatting down opposite her with a concerned look. This wasn't her ethereal guide, however. She was part of the scene. Sabine looked to one side and saw Meesei's ghostly aspect next to them both as well. There were two Meeseis.

"What is your name, young girl?" Past Meesei spoke with a curious tone. "I know in the day since we found you, the others have been calling you Runt, but I haven't heard you speak a word. What happened to make you so quiet? You can tell me, I'm the alpha of this pack. It is my responsibility to look out for you."

This was a memory that Sabine didn't think would be part of her experience with the Hist. This was the very first time that she had been asked about herself by Meesei. She was a very different person back then, she noticed. Her mind was still shattered from the torture her sister had put her through, and the scars were so deep that it was painful to talk at all. She didn't know that staying silent had perpetuated the pain for so long until she had confided in Meesei outside of Vos many moons later. However, with the last scene flooding her traumatic memories back to the forefront of her mind, Sabine was still upset and hid herself under her cloak, just as she had done back when the memory was forged. The Hist froze the scene just then. It gave a chance for present Meesei to give her input and hopefully clear Sabine's mind of the raw emotion flowing through it.