Drawing in a shaky breath, Issac focused again. Pain would be nothing new to the witch that could not control his own mind from hearing the thousands of minds around him. An athame glinted in the candle light as its point pricked the end of Issac's finger. Bright red pearl pushed from the tip of his finger, dropping into the candle flame below it as Issac put out the candles with his own blood.
The pain subsided, leaving Issac feeling dizzy in the wake of issues from the ritual. This had been what his mother warned him about; doing rituals alone when he had his own issues never made for smooth events. He could feel the thoughts of the circus crowd back into his mind, hearing their complaints about something strange happening, but his mind did not listen to their words.
Issac laid back onto the floor and stared at the ceiling. "You okay?" He bothered to ask even though he already knew. People liked when he acted like he could not already hear their thoughts.