[ He admittedly does give a little jump of start at the motion, mostly because his efforts had been to compartmentalize have taken hold. He glances down and then shifts his hand to take it: ]

[ And then there's a shift in that quiet. Still very still but it's something more akin to a vacuum, like he really is stubbornly trying to pull everything in and ignore everything outside. Almost as if he doesn't want to chance a glance into Gingham's mind. ]

... I kind of knew it was coming, between Cashmere's question in the last performance and another performance. I didn't know how.

[ He starts, falters. ] He tried to confront her about it. About how being a witch can't mean killing people for your own gain. She mocked him about it and -

a lot of things had been built up. He was mad, because she'd killed Alice. She said he'd be just like her and called him a pet and - I guess that was enough for his power to show up for the first time.


[ His free hand shifts to scrub at an eye. For a moment, lying. Dropping it sounds better. For a moment he thinks he should, but it's quickly disregarded. ]


There were these other two ladies, he took control of their minds. He didn't mean to exactly, but he still did. He had them drag her to this quicksand while she begged for him to stop and throw her in. She sunk in seconds.

And then he just completely lost control of it, the other two ladies went flying and - they sank, just like she did.