Theodore squeezed his eyes shut. Nobody had ever acknowledged it, not like that. Not anyone outside of Theodore and it caused the voice to redouble its efforts, to rage inside him, to try and split his skull. Theodore's breathing grew shallow, his lip trembled. "I need you..to break this curse," he said in what was barely a whisper. If he was lucky, Theodore would still be having semi-lucid thoughts for another ten years. "My family is cursed to madness. I need you to break it, Jamie," he pleaded.