"Can try. Some won't, some will. Many of us might go if best way to help is not to be enemy. I saw aurora. Might be like this again for some. When death sings, most can't help but listen."
The burlap-headed spirit pauses and thinks, then tilts its ragged head, making the trinket around its neck rattle slightly against some buttons.
"Maybe you help us. Maybe we listen to you and not eaters of worlds. Maybe."
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The burlap-headed spirit pauses and thinks, then tilts its ragged head, making the trinket around its neck rattle slightly against some buttons.
"Maybe you help us. Maybe we listen to you and not eaters of worlds. Maybe."