Sabine finds her way to execution, not because the loss of the life about to shed means anything to her outside of her involvement being directly tied to Jack’s being put into a pit that made people insane for no reason anyone seems certain on yet either. Jack’s well-being doesn’t need defending for another of the many chances at sane dissolution he’s managed to walk out from far more unscathed than most around him.

No, she’s here because of the whispers of The Old Gods; because she’d like to know what she’s dealing with in this place, and even if she doesn’t expect it to be written out in script or blood clearly, there will be more puzzle pieces to find there than within the tightly shut walls of Thorne Castle. It could behoove any plan for the future to know the powers at work across this planet.

The execution is a bit much. Sabine didn’t blanch or grow nauseous as many around her seemed to, wondering often as it all took place if this was all more the decided choice retribution of the people in the circle of stones or that of something beyond it, especially given the woman Josselyn’s screams that their gods had already abandoned them. Sabine's gaze averted from the carnage, a small frown pressed to her lips as she repeatedly returned to the figure outlined in the sky.