Aurora pressed her forehead to her brother's as she took both of his hands. He did not like this idea, she knew that, but it was the only thing that she thought might offer her relief from the torment of her mind. An exorcism to free her from the demons that plagued her. Her brother loathed the idea, she knew. He detested each time she returned to the faith of their youth, but there was a comfort in it for her. "Tristan, please try." Sure, the first exorcism had offered her no relief, but surely this time, this time it would work. It had to. She needed it to work. "Tristan, you must try for me. Maybe that's why the first priest failed." Aurora said as she squeezed his hands. "Tristan, please. It will work this time. We've a much better priest. Work with him. Please. For me. It won't help me if you continue this vendetta. Please." For added drama, she let her tears well up, and she met Tristan's gaze with pleading, tearful eyes. "Please Tristan. For me. Just pray with me."