Noctisardor Bypass I can only point at it and say.

Anselm felt better now that his intentions were laid aloud, even if it meant torching a bridge in the process. Etienne's resolute tone further bolstered the confidence Anselm felt budding in his chest.  Then, Druid did something that caused him to freeze. 

Anselm's flabbers were ghasted as she spoke -- but not to them. No, she spoke as if someone was standing next to her, but no one was there.

The fuck?

He could not help the way he glanced to Etienne. A deeply savage part of him wanted to say fuck her too; it served Glaukos right that everything around him, including his girlfriend, was fracturing.

It'd be callously cruel to just leave her now. Still, a dude could dream. 

Anselm expected Druid to resist and beg them to stay, but she gave them up instantly, as if he and Etienne weren't even an important part of Rivenwood. His stomach twisted to have this confirmed -- but seconds later, he reminded himself that she was clearly not well.

Maybe she understood for far darker reasons.

A wedge formed in his throat. You understand...? Does he hit you?