His plans were set into action. Esme could feel it with the shift of intensity in the room. The odds were against her. He had made sure to strike her at her weakest point. Starting with her hand. Then the glazed sight of the lights from the room distracting her. Esme mind wandered to her distress. There was no stopping it. It simply decided for itself, pushing her memories to the front of her brain for her to relive- as she was retained from pushing back.