Face your daylight horrors!
(Except acorns, it is totally fine to avoid those whenever possible. Seriously, they bother me.)
I am an emotional and enthusiastic person, so here there will be feelings! Mostly good feelings, but awkwardly expressed. That is just how I do things.
This was it. The bastards had even gagged him, to make sure he would not bite his tongue off to escape in the only way left to him now. They needed him alive and willing to provide them with information, everything he knew about Anders and his whereabouts, the slowly growing rebellion, any and all plans.
They were going to make him Tranquil to make him talk.
He would retain all his memories, but none of the feelings they held. His memories in an otherwise empty shell, his soul gone along with his magic.
He doubted that he would be able to retain his loyalty to Anders after the rite had been performed. They had attempted to make him talk, make deals, bribe him with promises of safety and a transfer to another Circle. All he had to do was tell them what they wanted to know. As if they actually thought he would ever consider doing such a thing.
Forcing to keep his back straight and head held high, he stared at the brand with all the defiance he had left in him.
There were things more important than his own life.
His last thought as himself was one of hope; hope that at least Anders would be able to get away and not fall for the trap held in store for him.
