Ian, you're dead.

[Angela Wood]

"And who of my people have taken away someone from you?"

[Ian Hunt]

"I wouldn't know their names. I don't track down for revenge. This is a war. It's that simple. It's about the bigger picture, not tracking down for petty revenge on the messenger. Because believe it or not, I don't actually enjoy killing people, shocker I know, I just do what I'm told."

[Angela Wood]

"You had to have known full well what you were getting into when you joined Him." Moving the candle farther up his arm, I stop as the flame starts to burn the skin over the Dark Mark.

[Ian Hunt]

"You're right, I did. I knew exactly what I was doing." I nod, "And as far as I'm concerned, when this war ends if He wins, I'm going to be a lot better off than if you do. It doesn't mean that I like what the price of victory is."
I make a soft noise of pain as the flame reaches the mark. The mark still ached and the heat was making it worse.

[Angela Wood]

"He won't win." I look at him, hearing the pained noise coming from him. "Does that hurt? Well then...." I turn his arm, forcing the mark down. I bring the candle closer to his arm, barely touching the wick to the mark.

[Ian Hunt]

I wince in pain again, closing my eyes and trying very hard not to cry out.
"We'll see who's going to win, won't we?" I say through gritted teeth.

[Angela Wood]

I drop his hand, standing. I walk around, stopping behind him. "Oh, I can guarantee he won't win." Grabbing his hair, I pull his head back. I take the candle and pour some of the wax on his cheek.

[Ian Hunt]

I clench my teeth in pain, "You're adept at torture, Miss...well, I still don't know your name. But you're adept at torture. What makes you so different from me?"

[Angela Wood]

I laugh. "I have no intention of killing you. That's what makes me different from you. I don't kill." I continue dripping wax over his face. "You know the saying 'Hell hath no furry'?"

[Ian Hunt]

"Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn." I say, gritting my teeth in pain.

[Angela Wood]

"Whoever came up with that idea had no idea how right he was." I dump the rest of the wax over his face, avoiding his eyes.

[Ian Hunt]

"Think it was Shakespeare." I mutter, clenching my jaw even more to stop myself crying out.

[Angela Wood]

I laugh. "That's right. I forgot about that. Man was smart." Conjuring a match, I light it and press it against the side of his neck.

[Ian Hunt]

"Wrote a lot of smart things," I grimace, trying hard not to shy away from the match, "Hell is empty and all the devils are here. I like that one. Seems appropriate considering the times we live in and all."

[Angela Wood]

I Draw the match across his skin, burning a small line down his neck. "Yes, that does seem mildly appropriate."

[Ian Hunt]

My fists clench slightly, Fight back. For fucks sake, fight back.
Don't you dare.
I don't say anything, arching an eyebrow instead, wincing slightly.

[Angela Wood]

"It would do absolutely nothing to fight back, believe me." I glance at him. "I'm a mind reader." I move the match, burning another line. "My name is Angela."

[Ian Hunt]

"I don't plan to. My subconscious hates me." I reply, "Can't say I blame it. Pleasure to meet you Angela, well it would be if you weren't torturing me, in fact I doubt it would be even if you weren't and I did have the upperhand in the situation seeing as you've already marked me out as an enemy."

[Angela Wood]

"I believe you're right on that one. Maybe under different circumstances." Flicking the spent match away, I conjur another one. "You have awsome selfcontrol, I must admit. Most people would be crying like a baby by now." I light the match and burn another line.

[Ian Hunt]

"I've had practice with this sort of thing." I reply, clenching my teeth with pain, "An order member with too strong a moral objection to murder is nothing compared to the dark lord."

[Angela Wood]

I finish the line I was burning into his skin, throwing the match away, and look at the A burnt on his neck. "That'll be a reminder for you."

[Ian Hunt]

"Trust me, I don't forget." I reply, closing my eyes.
I never did forget.
Every single person was burnt into my memory and always would be.

[Angela Wood]

Standing, I banish the candle. "Good." I level my wand at him, taking a deep breath. "Sectumsempra."

[Ian Hunt]

I turn my head away, I hated that curse.
I could still remember Rowan using it on me, I could still feel it, hear my own voice in my head, Rowan, no, stop! I'm your brother! Stop!
I gasp softly as cuts split open across my chest, blood staining my shirt.

[Angela Wood]

I watch him for a second then crouch down, whispering in his ear. "I hope you die some horrible death. I hope someone murders you like you murdered him. Like you murdered those other people."

[Ian Hunt]

"I have no doubt you'll get your wish," I reply unflinchingly.

[Angela Wood]

"As much as I want that to happen, no one deserves that. Not even you." Casting a spell to stop the blood flow, I stand back up, offering him a hand.

[Ian Hunt]

I look at her a moment, then take her hand and get to my feet.

[Angela Wood]

"Please forgive me but I had to try and make you understand."

[Ian Hunt]

"Try and make me understand? Try and make me understand what exactly?"