"No," Sabine shook her head. "No, no, no, no. They looked away. Arinette and her followers did it." Sabine could not tell if she was letting out tension or working herself up more. She continued, barely intelligible. "They...nailed me to a tree by my hands. Then Arinette took her staff. Used a knife, almost killed me. Healed me. Burned me. Healed me. Kept me in pain. They all did. It kept going. All day, kept going. Burning, cutting, mending. Burning."

Sabine clutched her staff so hard her knuckles turned white and hurt. "Yerig confronted them. Called them bad for what they were doing. Do'rhajul saw and got to read the journal. I...had to use their protest as a distraction. I had to...push my hands until the nail went through. Then I paralysed Arinette. I took the staff and...I almost..."

Stuttering did not describe the struggle Sabine had in putting the next part into words. She choked on every attempt. "Killed. It hurt." She sucked in a breath. "I almost killed everyone. I almost...I could have torn them to pieces. I almost tore Arinette's blood and nerves from her skin. It was not my beast spirit. It was me. My beast spirit...was scared of [i]me![/i]"