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Time seemed to pass as he awaited a response from Victor or just to simply hear his voice. It was a weird moment in time for him where everything felt as if it was moving so fast, the walls of fog closing in on them as their whispered voices grew louder. Yet for some reason this moment seemed to stretch on for an eternity, the waiting was drawing out every second that now felt like minutes and minutes into hours as anticipation ran rampant in Salem and he awaited to hear Victor speak and hopefully the challenge completed. There was finally a sound, his partner had said his mothers name and nothing had happened as of yet. He wasn't sure if anything had changed over in Victor's view but from where Salem sat there was nothing discernable save for the pale girl sat before him. There was another pregnant pause; another word; then another pause. This was killing Salem as he watched the fog roll in and finally a name was spoken.

Salem looked at the girl before him, the picture in one hand and the mook in the other. Who was she to Victor? And why such hesitation in saying her name? [Color=82ca9d]"Are you Sarah Rift?"[/color] He asked her with a pleasant voice of a host. He knew she wouldn't respond, couldn't respond, as the illusion had stayed silent thus far. He wanted to ask her more, who she was, why she was here, and what was she to Victor? There were many questions that flooded his mind and all of which he knew Victor wouldn't answer. Again, if Salem was to constantly deal with mental assailants then perhaps it was best he knew as little as possible of the trouble pasts that brought his partner sorrow. As much of a boon as they may be, they would also be a hindrance and liability for Victor.