The item that Maximilien Maxwell has requested is now resting in the palm of my outstretched hand, stretching towards him and offering it to him.
Please take it. Please. Please take it off me.
It has caused me nothing but trouble from the moment that it enters my possession, so please take it and free me from its powerful influence. Please.
Unfortunately, Mr. Maxwell did not accept the coin. He merely examines it at a distance while a deep frown plasters on his face. He knows what the coin is, and he always know the consequences of having it in his possession.
Of course, he does.
It is illustrated by the fact that he can command me through its power, and his control over it is greater than mine. How did he manage that?
He couldn't have it in his possession for very long, as he is young.
Maximilien Maxwell is so very young. About the same age as me when I first acquired that coin. That dreadful coin. That precious coin.
