( It spares him from finding answer, which is: some of us do. Perhaps that's what we find so fascinating at times in those who do not.

Instead, he gathers more leaves, feeding them to the flame. He might add his own talisman for fire, later, but for now, the leaves suffer as they are meant to, and that is enough. )

Doxe Bonaccorso, for some time now, though at present you are within one of the two of his descendants vying for the position. The schools themselves claimed reconciliation following the events of your life, up to the fires at the gates. At present, Attaryl and Bessis both sit on Conclave besides the Doxe.

( claims, beliefs, there's truth and there are other, darker things, given the witches he'd laid to final rest. )

Is there a way to interrupt the process for the lady within whom you presently reside? To render her vessel to only herself going forward.