As Ford rolled up his sleeeve, the world seemed to come out of focus. A winged being stepped out of William. It was the visage of Arzath. Visible only to William for now as he only appeared in Will’s mind. The visage was the epitome of health and vitality. It looked like Will but rejuvenated and infused with supernatural vigor. Everything about the visage looked better than Will, but there were traces of him in there. “<i>You know what she’s looking for.</i>” The visage spoke as it walked around the room, settling behind Ford. “<i>Oh, She can’t see me. I’m inside your head. Your soul.” </i>Will sighed. Moving his right arm from Ford’s grip. Using his right hand to roll up his left sleeve. Revealing the symbol of the Demon’s house, branded on the underside of his left forearm.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fvignette.wikia.nocookie.net%2Fwhitewolf%2Fimages%2F7%2F7c%2FLogoHouseScourge.png%2Frevision%2Flatest%3Fcb%3D20150903145755&amp;hash=ad179aeccc6379565dc4a32022b90e62" title="latest">
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</div><br/>“I know.” William said to both Ford and the Visage of Arzath. Arzath smirked. “<i>Show her the other one.</i>” Instinctively, William knew what he was talking about. He undid the top two buttons and pulled open his shirt to show another mark over his heart. The mark of the Reconcilers.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fvignette.wikia.nocookie.net%2Fwhitewolf%2Fimages%2F4%2F49%2FSymbolFactionReconciler.png%2Frevision%2Flatest%3Fcb%3D20150903150921&amp;hash=a1b8d34dc1144ff40de2d0943fca90de" title="latest">
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</div><br/>Arzath and Will then spoke in unison. “We are Reconcilers. We believe we chose the wrong path in<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwhitewolf.fandom.com%2Fwiki%2FRebellion&amp;hash=c962ffa03d59fdf7907747020dfabf2e" href="https://whitewolf.fandom.com/wiki/Rebellion" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">rebelling</a>against<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwhitewolf.fandom.com%2Fwiki%2FGod_%28cWOD%29&amp;hash=bfecdfe717a60ec351b5c58d5f271f65" href="https://whitewolf.fandom.com/wiki/God_(cWOD)" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">God</a>and wish to make amends in some way. We hope we will be forgiven for our transgressions and be welcomed back into His arms”<br/><br/>The visage stepped into William and the would came back into focus. William gasped for air, like he had just been held underwater, or forgotten to breath. “Well, I guess that answers that.” Will said as he shakily tries to stand. Stumbling back, he reached out and braced against his chair. He was struggling to get his balance. His body trying to adapt to the new power it held. “And asks so many more.” Will added as he leaned against the chair.<br/><br/>Will tried to stand on his own again. Pushing off the chair, he was surprised to see the chair knocked over. He didn’t think he pushed that hard. Standing, swaying on the spot, he took a couple seconds to steady himself. It seems his body wasn’t used to the new found strength it had. All the micro-adjustments that it normally made to keep balanced were now over correcting. At least it seemed like his body was learning quickly. Maybe because it had help from a demonic being.