His wand pushed back into the side pocket of his dusty robes, the scent of it diminished. Esme's senses had left with the rest of her. It was as if her soul had left her body, leaving her like an empty shell, emotionless without the conviction of what she could choose. Her choices were now taken from her, and maybe it was only until now she truly realized that. Her head vibrated, but it felt separated from her body. She was detached, like the physical parts of her were no longer connecting. He had passed her final limit. There was no more pain - she was numb. Her eyes flew to the dagger in his hand, and she sucked in a large breath.