The flicker of the purple torches. The luminous bright hues fading in and out as if it blanketed the void. Thierry was starting to feel nauseous from all the movement. A sickly sweet sent filled the air as they burned on. Probably due to a lack of ventilation in the room. The stench of magick rising in the wake of death. He frowned heavily as he realized they'd been looped right back to the sacrificial chamber.

They'd taken door number 1, [i]death[/i]. Made sense, but Sabrina started in on him before he could pull his notes out. Before he could solve the puzzle. Being brought back to reality before mentally transforming into an archeologist, or rather, an agent. His frustration didn't peak with her though, as he'd already let Mr. Andrew feel his mounted wrath. Poor guy.

He had watched his eldest tend to the man's wounds, before being looped back. Before the madness sunk in. Had listened quietly as Mr. Andrew had said, "thank you," to her. A certain level of politeness in the midst of an otherwise obnoxious mess. 

So he sat there, listening to her concerns. Her bickering. All the years Thierry had spent trying to protect Sabrina from the harsher side of being an agent was currently backfiring. It was his fault and he knew it. But that didn't stop him from sighing all the same, as he placed his hand to the bridge of his nose.

"Sabrina," Thierry hesitated as he folded his arms. Where was he going with this? He looked to Cosy, then back to his wife, "You're absolutely right."

Thierry loved the idea of bringing the kids with him on a dig had he only been an archeological linguist. But being an agent was so taxing. So mentally exhausting. He hated it. Hated the rift it was creating. He sighed and knelt down to Cosy's level. His left knee burned with the bent movement, but he steadied himself for her sake.

"Ma petite fille," He started with hesitation, "Je suis désolé. I shouldn't have grabbed at your light like that. Do you still have the coins I gave you?"

A game of archeologist was in order.

"I need you to keep those safe for me." He nodded seriously, "But in order do to that, you can't pick any other artifact up. Those coins are very important to me, but I desperately need your help, little one!"

He felt weak. Not just in the knee. His stomach, heart, and throat. Dammit all, why hadn't he had this idea earlier? To use the coins as a bait and switch? He was terrible when it came to playing pretend. Or at least on this sort of level. He hated relying on Sabrina as much as he did, for this sort of thing.

Relief from the bent position felt good. He stood and readjusted his positioning to cater to the pain. Thierry looked to Aurélie, "Sweetheart, thank you for going after Cosy. I would be lost without you. And," He looked over to Mr. Andrew, who stayed perfectly silent, "Thank you for helping him."

The sudden change in heart Thierry was showing, concerned Ramses. It washed over him, silencing his other emotions. He'd been down here with some agents before, so the riddle was considered to be half solved. But Ramses hadn't seen full effects of the sacrificial chamber on an agent who was unaware of Egyptian magicks and rituals. And it was alarming, to say the least.

Ramses noted that the chamber seemed to [i]pick [/i]Thierry this time. Guilt. A common emotion of those who'd been scarified to the gods. But guilty of what exactly? From what he'd seen in the files, Thierry was a good well respected man. But, then again, Ramses was never one to skim the cover looking to judge someone.

Ramses did a double take over Thierry as Sabrina questioned where Theo was. [i]Shit[/i]. The father of three looked to him, like a deer in headlights. As if pleading, or rather, [i]begging [/i]to be the sacrifice instead. To be the one to bleed, "Stay here. I'll poke about a bit."

Thierry simply nodded and watched in horror as the Egyptian agent headed through the door labeled [i]Rebirth[/i]. Almost as if he knew where he was going.
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