[The tall spirit sways slightly as if to some hidden breeze as it interprets their responses.]

w̶e̷ ̴h̴e̴a̸r̷ ̸g̸r̵e̴a̷t̶ ̸e̷n̴d̸e̸r̷ ̴c̶o̷m̶e̸s̸,̶ ̴t̵h̵i̷s̷ ̸s̷o̷n̵g̵ ̸m̶u̵s̴t̸ ̵l̶i̴s̶t̶e̴n̸

̶b̶u̶t̸

e̵l̷s̷e̵ h̴a̴t̶e̶ ̷m̷a̸n̵y̴-̷e̵y̶e̷s̴,̴ ̵d̶e̸v̵o̷u̷r̶ ̶b̶e̸f̵o̸r̵e̶ ̵i̶t̵G̷̝̙͕̙̜͙̱͗͋̇̿̌̿̈́̓͛R̵̡̥͈̱̦͈͉̄̌̀̒͘Ô̸̻̯̳̥̮̓̍̈́̓̐̄̕͜ͅW̶̡̡͙̪͎̺̘͋̉̓̃̇̎́̀͠S̶̨̛̤̗̣̻̔́̆́͘

n̷͍̊o̷͇̽t̸̞͐ ̶͖͠f̵̧̚r̴̗̚i̸͜͝ẽ̷͎ń̴̩d̸̝͝s̴͌ͅ,̸̞͒ ̶̝͂n̷̲̏o̴̱͑ť̷̮ ̵̤̽a̷̱͝ḽ̴̀o̴͇͊n̸͚̾g̷̜̕-̶̝͝s̶̜̄i̸͔͘ḏ̵́e̸̙͗,̸̲̎ ̶͙̿n̶̠̋o̴͠ͅẗ̷̰ ̶̝̾p̴̘͝r̷̖̚ó̶̟t̵̟̎e̴̻̊c̴̺̑ṭ̴͂

̷̢̍s̶̥͊t̸̖͌ó̵̞p̴̳̒ ̶͙͝e̴̛̞n̴͐͜e̸̪͝m̷̳̈́ỵ̴́ ̴͍̐o̴̗͒f̷̢̎ ̶͎͠e̶̬̐n̴̪͗ë̸́͜m̵̧̊ÿ̴͉́

[The last phrase is said almost mockingly, if that's a safe interpretation to make from its tone. The swaying stops. It takes another firm step forward until it looms merely feet away from the both of them. It smells like rain on mud, distinct from the bitter dry cold of the frozen air all around them.]

y̵o̴u̷ ̸m̷a̸k̷e̸ ̷n̷o̵ ̶m̶i̶s̸t̶a̶k̴e̸ ̷e̶l̷s̵e̴ ̸t̷e̴e̶t̸h̵ ̷a̷n̷d̸ ̴c̴l̷a̷w̴s̶ ̶t̵o̸ ̶s̸t̸o̵p̸

y̴͉̱̍̈́͌̂͘̕ơ̴̠̠͗͂͒̽̚u̵̖͚̇͂̎̒̏̈́̈́̉̉ ̶͖̯̒͂͆ų̷̘̠͙̮̘͐̅̍̓͝͠n̴̹͇͓̈́̓d̶̗͇̱͓̟̬̩̓ę̶̍̄r̴̛̯̾̀͆͆̂́͘͝S̸̭͎̜̺͆T̶̞̠̳͔̜̗̗̥͙̏́̆Ą̷̦̦̝͚̩͔̾̓̒́̅̎̕ͅN̷̘͈͉̞͔̲̽D̷̗͙͎̱̱̜̱̈́̈́̂̉̅̈̋͠?̶̟̬̪̈̄̈́̐̂̐̈́͝