And it wasn’t wrong, because he did know that feeling. He had chosen. He’d broken rules and opened up proscribed ritual texts and killed a man, and he’d done it for Henry, because he couldn’t let Henry die. That was true, and he did not regret it, and so he knew that what he said next was also true. “I might’ve done…what I did. I’d do it again. But that was different. I had to. To save someone.”
“Yes, you understand.” Percival came closer. Took Theo’s hands into both of his. Eyes alight. “You made a choice. Your own choice, your own desire, unfettered by notions of propriety or duty. You are so perfect, my Theo. You have always been one of us. You simply did not know.”
“I killed a man,” Theo said, “and I knew it, ahead of time.” And that would be recorded too.
“But of course. Sacrifices
