[Atem listens. It's like looking at an unassembled puzzle, like sifting his hand through the pile of pieces, jumbled and disorganized and unclear what shape they'll finally make.]
I could help. My bite...if you're tired enough, it'll put you to sleep.
[The Ring-Spirit ran afoul of someone, he got in a fight, and lost...but who? Why?
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I could help. My bite...if you're tired enough, it'll put you to sleep.
[The Ring-Spirit ran afoul of someone, he got in a fight, and lost...but who? Why?
Patience. Don't push. Offer.]