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~ [i]Unfettered[/i] ~[/center]

Faith could feel her own head tilt in confusion as Jez spoke. This was an odd situation, yes, but the reasoning she gave was, in some ways, even stranger. She would never voice as such, though, but it still stood at such - if Thomas was bent on blowing up the door to the room, why bother acquiring a handbook? It would save a lot of time and effort on both his part, and the parts of everyone else involved at the meeting. Was she bluffing? Biding time? No matter how she reasoned it, there was an oddity to it that seemed completely off base, unless it was her intention to do as such.

Daimyon was up next to voice his opinion. Out of all the people sat in the circle, only four of them were discussing anything, it seemed. The Carnage Sister shook restlessly in her prison continuously, but Faith paid it no heed; her attention was more closely paid on Thomas, in her periphery, and every action he made. His uncanny, sharp, and deadly serious attentiveness was unsettling at best, and downright strange at worst - like he was trying to process everything in the room at once.

She sighed. Casting a look towards Denis, whom carried the vial to the Study, she was already beginning to realise her mistake. Daimyon was right, the choice was entirely out of his hands. All they could do was listen to the madman and his ravings, and his ridiculous methods by which to attain his goal. From the corners of her eyes, it almost felt like he was moving. Almost. Maybe she was just preoccupied. There was no way he'd do that here. Not with that.

Though apparently she was wrong. Faith sat still, perfectly, almost rigidly, though not in fear, moreover in patience, as his arms wrapped around her body, clutching the vial between his hands before her.She finished drawing the knife, as his little speech continued. He was implying that she would be the Blackened if the explosive went off, was he? The joyous demeanour that had accompanied Faith into the mess she found herself in had all but vanished. You could see it in her eyes.

[colour=MediumSeaGreen]"This is getting boring now, Thomas."[/colour] she simply stated, as Daimyon stood to leave the circle for his room. Her eyes followed him to the door, where he stood before Daimyon. That was obviously a futile lie - a reasonable one, but futile nonetheless, [colour=MediumSeaGreen]"There's no need for that, Daimyon. The handbook isn't necessary anymore."[/colour]

Nitroglycerin was a volatile explosive that detonated when disturbed. Faith may have been the "Infinite Matchmaker", but she was a Demigod and a Magus besides that. She had a room of alchemical ingredients. He would stay there until the Night of Carnage? In a swift movement, she flipped the knife into another grip, so the blade faced the ceiling. 
[colour=MediumSeaGreen]"After all, the thing in this vial isn't a Nitroglycerin-based explosive."[/colour] if the boy made no move to avoid it, her hand angled down to his wrist. The blade cut into his skin as she drew the knife across his flesh, leaving a deep wound that would no doubt leave a scar.

[colour=MediumSeaGreen]"Even in such a small concentration as this vial, no sane man would hold an explosive in their bare hands. It might kill me, sure, but it's doubtful he'll be using his hands after this. Maybe it'll burn the skin irreparably, or tear a finger or two off, or cut the tendons in his thumbs..."[/colour] she positioned the knife to begin a second cut, [colour=MediumSeaGreen]"His Talent [i]does[/i] use his hands a lot. He's not suicidal. If he was... he'd kill himself in his room. That, or he'd threaten a lot more people than me."[/colour] the blade slashed across his arm, [colour=MediumSeaGreen]"Right Thomas~?"[/colour]