"It is he…" The woman murmured. There was emotion in her words now, for the first time that Beam had ever heard it. Yet it was a heavy and lamenting emotion. Beam couldn't tell whether it was anger, or something else, something considerably deeper.
Beam tried to pull away, but his movement only caused that woman's eye to focus on him more intently. "He who laughs at us… Oh God of Despair…"
The sergeant had drawn his sword, as he moved to Beam's side. He levelled his blade towards the woman, preparing to rid her of what life she had left at the slightest sign of a sudden move.
"Why..? Why you? Why why why why why why why why why why!?? WHY YOU?" The woman howled, her anger suddenly growing. Her fingernails dug deep into Beam's hand, drawing blood. He could have hit her, and scrambled away, but there was something about the madness in her eye that held him in place.
