\/ Replacement? Do not flatter yourself, ļ̞̭͍̥ͅi̡͇̯t̳̩̗ͅt́l̹͚̻̭͈̘̺͠e͉̜̟̳ ͏͙͖͎̱͓͔o̭͍̪͖̲͖n͍̖̼̮̹͠e͔. These rings are mine. You and your lot a͚̙r͍͉̬̲e̷ ̨̣̣m̯̪e̲͉̕ṛ̣̳̦̹ȩ̲l͠y͍̥͕̺̤̟̺͘ ̝̣͢t͈͈̫̬̟̘͖ẖ͖ͅe͏̗̞̥̦̪̞̹i̴r͎̤̞̻͚ͅ ̡̬̦c̬̥à̠r͚͈͓̹̹͎è̗̥ͅt̸a҉̗k̞̲e̳̜͚̻͔̣r̪̥͉̪̗s҉̯̬̪ͅ.̳̱̳͙ \/ The presence of the Ancilla seemed to strengthen. Like a weight impossible to bear, pressing down against the little red one.
HE looked down. Caretaker. Yes, that was all he was, but he failed at that didn’t he? He was captured. The ring was glassed. That was failure, wasn’t it? Sure, the flood threat was gone from this ring most likely, but at the same time there was the fact that he still failed to keep it from getting out of hand in the first place.
FAILURE wasn’t a very good word to think of, but it was already plaguing him. That, along with the other feelings he was getting were not pleasant. He wanted them to stop, but he suddenly felt as if he couldn’t speak up. He could only stare at the other blankly. Eventually, however, he did state something. It was quiet, as if he didn’t want the other to hear-" i wish it was mine. ”