Alright, that's it. Beau grits her teeth, and finally decides she is done. She surges at him, pain be damned, and starts hitting what she thinks are just pressure points designed to make him tell the truth. What it manifests as more is... like opening a third eye. Like the feeling of Beau's fists reaching physically inside Fenix, trying to rip the truth out from the wax that forms his vocal chords, like she can see every lie, every time he's tried to escape, every pull he's had.

He can try to resist, of course. He very well might. But oh, it's going to hurt to do so.

"Tell me about your last ritual, tell me about your most recent plans, and tell me, Fenix, tell me you're fucking scared."