Where am I?
You’re safe.
But… I… I can’t feel my face.
What did you do to me?
You’re cured.
The malady has been… excised.
Your initiation is almost complete.
Oblate
Please, no, I can do better. I swear!
Silence.
Make your offering, Tiel.
Rise, acolyte.
It is time for an offering.
I am ready, Oblate.
Good.
The flame hungers.
What!?
Why?
What sin has he committed?
Weakness, frailty… cowardice.
Even now he’s too afraid to defend himself.
(pained grunt)
… Tiel?
It is not your flesh, but his that is required.