Priscalla was beginning to lose her patience, she believed in him. He had shown much progress,  done what many couldn't do if they were in the same situation. The anger  she had was slowly beginning to bubble up inside her. She then pulled her hand tight into a fist, the spirit within the book wasn't helping with its attempts to try to seduce him with her evilness.<br/>"You can't  always count on someone to do things you need  to do. You have to try, if maybe  something that can be a little  easier to practice on maybe."<br/>Though what? Even  with her words, she was beginning to think that it was impossible. That he  would keep on hesitating to do what  she  wanted to  do.<br/>The spirit  looked at him.<br/>"Can't you hear the doubt in her words, with me you can be everything you want to be. You don't need her. Your memories  are locked  within me."