[There's a silence. It's a long one, a textured one. It's a silence that stretches further than silence, perhaps, should. It's a silence that speaks to his price for coming here and what happened shortly before he arrived. It's a silence that says, without saying it, "Actually. Actually, I really fucked up. Actually, I thought I was doing a good thing. I was bleeding to death. I stole a ring. It's a ring someone important to me needs. I was going to use the last of my life force to seal it in a bubble, leave something for him to take with him. It was going to be tradition. And then I ended up here and someone ringnapped that ring. I fucked up. I so fucked up."

This is accompanied by him sort of staring off into the middle distance for a moment, as he considers the fact that he really...

...he really fucked up.

He so amazingly fucked up. There's just this bleak, stare off into the middle distance, imagine Joseph writhing in pain because even if he killed Wamuu he can't do anything for that poison because the antidote is here and...his mouth works for a moment.]

You may be right. That's one way of looking at things.

[He fucked up so bad and he's going to tear this place apart when he finds an opening and go home just so he can get that ring back to Joseph oh my god. Then:]

You remind me of honeysuckle. Have you ever seen it? It's a nice flower.

[Is this a subject change? It might be.]