Sabrina hugs her back, arms wrapping around her waist, somewhere between perched and nestling as she thinks it through. "We have to convince him to leave Nick. I don't know if we could force him out. I'm not sure what it would take." She's trying to control her own voice, her own feelings.

If she gives in to the desire to cry, she's not sure she'll be able to stop.

"We tried killing him the first time, but it didn't work. We didn't have the right-- I wouldn't know how to get it." She's biting at her lip now.

"What if he thought there was a better host?"