Giggle inhaled sharply, narrowing dark eyes in thought at the others' words. Then she looked to Aza'zel, intense, her attention wholly on him.

"...Do you remember what I foresaw, in the bones? A coming conflict, and a negotiation that would end in your death, or harm. I would beg you not to go. I know it isn't right to ask them to go in our stead, to put themselves at risk--I can go, if you like. I may not be the best with words, but... I don't think it will end well for you, Bone King. In fact, I don't beg--I insist... don't go," Giggle said, voice low but strong and solemn.

She remembered the fortune clearly--a conflict on the horizon, and Aza'zel moving to negotiate. A sacrifice, a risk, gone punished rather than rewarded. A poor end to a short story, though whether he would die, she could not say--only that the result would be severe.

She hoped he remembered.

She hoped he would listen.

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Roll the bones.