"I'm not going anywhere," the thing inside Marcus answers, stretching his body languidly where he's chained. "Why would I, when I've got your holy man all tangled up inside with nowhere for him to go? I don't even think he's fighting any longer. It's all you."

It grins. Marcus's face splits, blood leaking down his chin. A beetle scuttles across his face, having seemingly come from nowhere.

"And you just won't give up, will you?" it asks. "Even if he dies. You need so desperately to make up for what you've done. For the arrest. For those men your sister killed all because you couldn't just trust."