"...Blinded, and in death's grip--"

The Fool's fingers still suddenly, and while it isn't possible for him to truly become pale anymore, colour drains from his cheeks. "What?" He had expected to hear many twists in the tale that would bring both the White Prophet and his Catalyst together into a new world, but not this--

He turns on his stool and fixes his eyes on his friend intently. "Fitz, what do you mean?"