"What did you mean by worthwhile visit?" I asked.
"Are you looking for something specific?"
[...]
[What's your goal, exactly?]
[Freedom? Revenge? Something more grand than that?]
I just stared at it for a moment, then let out a sigh.
"A little bit of everything. I'm sure you'd find my brain a gold mine if you were to make a contract with me."
After all, while I might not be an expert, I'm sure ravens crave knowledge.
I had a lot of that.
The raven looked like it was in thought for a moment.
That was until it finally responded.
[Your thinking is flawed. Knowledge only matters when it's in the hands of the right person.]
[So you misunderstand me. I'm only asking if, whatever your goals are, you are ready to discard everything to reach them.]
Discard everything?
That's a little broad.
As it stood, Clementine was one of my everything.
I would never discard her.
And as if reading my mind, the raven said:
[What happens when your lover dies?]
