"Your attempts to goad me are both childish and" unneeded "ineffective."

Carlisle's tone is clipped and heavy since he has no room to effect the trio on the other side of the door. He can't do anything to them.

Carlisle steps closer to the invisible wall between them anyway, knowing where the wall starts to lean his hands against it. As if he could push through it towards them.

"I cannot act against myself here," Carlisle seethes, a curse to the girl if not in so many words and trying so hard to keep images of his early time in France out of his head and failing. "Aro believes himself to be aiding me. Keeping me from Marcus and Caius. The vanguard."

Carlisle finally exhales, dropping his hands.

"It is to die here or die at their hands as I try to escape. I haven't hunted in near a month by my count."

The last part is whispered as if to even speak of escape would bring Carlisle's adversaries to this new cell he has found himself inhabiting.