They controlled you. The way this place— [ Clara stands in front of him again, tiny but serious. ]

You're stronger than anything in Serthica, Kahl, even the magic. We can fight against it, magic isn't infallible. [ She pauses and then says the sentence again. ] Magic isn't perfect, it can be broken. This isn't Narmer; nothing will be able to control you for long because it isn't real. You can make it all go away. You're here now, and you're with me. You can make any choice you want.

[ They have more to discover, she needs to get into that library, too, but he needs to make his own decision more. Clara's voice softens, and she reaches out to rest her hand on his arm while looking up at him. ]

We can leave here, I promise. We can let someone else get the herbs, and you and I, we can go outside, away. It's up to you, brother.