[Tav takes the vial in hand, turning it in his fingers once or twice before tucking it into his shirt.]

I would be deeply grateful for any help. Is there, perhaps, a similar bane that could be concocted to keep the urges at bay?

Or perhaps that’s a question for Stephen.

[One more deep breath for the road.] Please know that I have no desire for these urges nor the dangers they present. I would much rather die than hurt someone innocent again.