Nicodemus felt the pulling become harder, more persistent. He could barely resist. The pain was incredible now, something that he couldn't ignore any longer. His body twitched, jerking here or there at the effect of the words. Words! Simple words were forcing him out and he knew Octavius knew that. Octavius actually had the knowledge while with the blonde there was no hope. The most she could do is what she actually did, throw him to another body unwillingly. He fought against the restraints, screams tearing at the back of his throat.