Since you've so openly entertained the idea, I want your word that you won't turn around and murder me after all. We've already addressed that that course of action wouldn't end well for either of us, but I want to hear you say it, here and now, in this public post.
That's not how it works. They'd be part of you until your filters have worked out the waste, and their spirits would be free and never part of you at all.
[Is it true? He has no idea, but he's going to pretend it is.]
Oh, I know. [It's a quick shift, but still as grave as Wing's seen Sam. She's acutely aware that the situations in which she could save herself are highly specific... and that it's unlikely she could hurt anyone who doesn't have blood to bleed.] I know very well, and that luck is fickle as anything.
....I see. [If lives were that valuable... perhaps he should just start collecting them instead? Or at least instead of killing people in his way, perhaps he would just keep them.]
[Even with 'Sam Witch' being an especially unfortunate appellation.]
After all, I can trust you to hold fast to your word. You hold fast to everything that's yours, after all, am I right? And anyone's word is worthless once it's been broken. Even if it's only once.
[Dirge's lip twitches, why had no one told him this before? He had been devaluing his own word this whole time? Swindle always said that 'talk was cheap' but there was a difference between cheap and worthless.]
I did not know that. Keeping my word sounds like a more attractive prospect now.
[Since, y'know. She's kinda got a vested interest.]
You keep your word, it remains valuable, and its worth will gradually improve as you prove yourself to be trustworthy. Break your word, even the once, and it can't count for anything.
Wait, one more minute. I still have my gesture to make, as offered in exchange for your word.
[Since it wouldn't do to stress the importance of holding to one's word, and then undermine all that but failing to follow up. Why, that wouldn't do at all.]
So; get some soil from the South. South-west, specifically. Around the time you're back with a planter packed, I'll have a how-to document sent to your drone.
Oh, yes. [The discovery of a word's worth had nearly made him forget.]
I have not decided which container to use yet, actually. There are small square ones and large orange round ones, and one that looks like an earth creature. What kind do tomatoes like?
You might as well go with the large ones, since transplanting the tomatoes would probably prove difficult for someone as big as you are, while moving a big planter is no problem. It'll also make it easier to insert a stable frame for the plants to climb as they get growing, but I'll have more about that in the how-to.
[Dear Primus, don’t start collecting people, Dirge! Voice this to him and he’ll tell you the best way to “collect” people is to be kind to them, to let them live their lives, and always be willing to help and listen. That’s how you make friends, and friends are very, very valuable, and will always be there for him.]
[He nods.] Ghosts and spirits are generally interchangeable terms.
[Even if dealing with Dirge could constitute a bid for dukedom (albeit an inadvertent one, dubious at best) Sam can't quite shake the suspicion that this must be the way dukes frequently feel, speaking around some subject of contention.]
Clay? If the big ones are plastic, that's another point in their favour; they'll withstand being moved around a bit better, and you probably will want to move them.
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