I'm feeling bored again now. With no riddle to solve, the last hour dragged on as if it would never end. But it has now and that's all that matters. Screeches from the door announce Nine's arrival like trumpets for royalty. I wouldn't exactly say Nine is royalty by any stretch of the imagination. I would say he looks more like the English version of me: tatty clothes, covered in stains, etc. He looks like he's aged a lot since I last saw him, but I suppose that must have been at least two years ago. Nine is a more secluded kind of person. He's usually with Faith which is odd seeing as they're complete opposites. But then, what do I know about these things? Not a lot, that's what.
"Do you intend to ignore me for the whole five minutes while you argue with your conscience or would you care to pay attention?" He has one of those voices that can sound scary when it's barely a whisper. I shiver a bit and disguise it by shaking my head to clear my thoughts.
"Go ahead and speak." I feel like I should use some proper English words or have an accent but resist the urge. I think I did that the first time I met Nine. It didn't end well.
"The task for you,
That lies ahead,
May be your doom,
Or deathbed.
If you hear it,
You will die,
Since you can't bare it,
When it cries.
So save your ears,
Books will help,
To stop some tears,
And a yelp."
"See ya."
Another one gone.
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