Note: Might change the title for these 2 chapters later.
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"Are you okay, Will?" Amell asked.
I blinked.
"What?" I frowned.
My mind drifted away from reminiscing and back to the here and now.
"Sorry," I turned that frown upside down, "just remembering something I didn't want to remember."
That was an understatement.
After my epiphany, I did my best not to let it show, but I failed at that. Miserably.
Faustus was the first to notice, though he didn't pry. It was more important for him that I was able to figure out what I'd come to his office for—my big clue to the creation of Quintessence. Only now I knew I could never make one because I wasn't someone who could murder dozens and then trap their souls in an object that could transmute even deadly poisons into a life-giving potion.
On the bright side, Faustus did give me a list of poisons for my troubles. The same list I passed on to Amell.