Sabine's continued screaming only lasted until the last hour and a half of her sustained torture. From then on, she hardly seemed present in the world. She hung from her wooden stake with eyes glazed and barely enough life in her. The cuts and burns from the last two tortures still marred her skin. She struggled to even keep breathing beyond the sobbing moans of pain she elicited upon being struck. She wanted to die.

The same pitiful moan sounded when Arinette resumed her method.

Sabine did not even look up when Yerig interrupted proceedings. She was concentrating on dulling every sense she could. But nothing she could do stopped her hearing them.

Some automatic response make her squeak out familiar words. She could not be heard over the raised voices but she kept repeating her words. "We are not the ones spreading the curse...We are not...the ones...spreading the curse..."