In 1871, Lord Quinn stands and looks up at the flames engulfing the building.
No one sees him, but he sees all. He sees the brave one, dashing up the stairs. He will learn much.
No one sees him, but he sees only the burning building. He sees the coward, running into the building against his will at the urging of his master. He will die.
He sees the cautious one, and wrinkles his nose with disdain. He takes a moment to consider the trespasser and watches him fly away.
He sees his other self through his mind’s eye and feels genuine fear for the first time in centuries. He realizes what is coming and unconsciously begins to shake his head ‘no.’
Something deep within him insists he draw no closer to the flames, but he swats that fear away. He is impervious to harm.
Something deep within him insists he draw no closer to the flames, and that fear almost consumes him. The flames will destroy him like dry paper.
The raging blaze quiets, and he moves inside. Someone has attacked his home and he will know who.
The raging blaze will not quiet for days, and the cost will be terrible. Something has done him irreparable harm and there is nothing he can do to stop it.
Inside, he sees and feels much. He obtains the valuable clues he needs. He goes back to report.
Outside, he sees and feels too much. He feels the horrible, unimaginable thing happen. He goes back to report.
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