[At the mention of scarring, Sibyll's expression changes to one of pity. She reaches out and runs a finger down the faded injury. As she stares into his face, it's obvious she's not looking at the spirit, but at the boy he's possessing.]
Poor thing.
[One day she'd free him from this torment. But how?]
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Poor thing.
[One day she'd free him from this torment. But how?]