"I do not care! You can help," Sabine retorted. "If you do not understand, let me tell you. Let me teach you. We are not making your end now. I refuse."

Sabine stood up and took the Staff of Magnus in both hands. She impatiently dug four straight lines in the dirt between them, intersecting at the middle of their lengths a central point, making a crude eight-pointed star. She turned her eyes up to Do'Rhajul, wasted tears and all.

"Why do you think Vile wanted lycan souls in the first place, Rhajul?" she demanded.

Sabine had spent much time wrapping her head around the towers. She had no guarantee of convincing Do'Rhajul, especially with a simplified explanation, but she was determined. She would teach Do'Rhajul everything about the universe if she needed to.