"You're loosing consciousness in the evening, because of me. I had to carry you here and watch over you, I don't think I'll be able to do it every night until your death, so I'll give you a few choices, I'm sorry to reduce your life to a few exit points, really." Oswald's tone was low, he wore a frown, and now that he could see much better and smell better, Laurel felt how sad his friend was.
"I gave you something like this yesterday." He shown a pristine white fang, as big as his thumb. "If you swallow the second, then you won't have this problem every night, instead it'll happen only once a month, when there's a full moon."
"Is that a bear fang? How am I supposed to do that if I'm not as big as you? You're joking right?" Laurel asked, baffled.
"I can help, that's not the problem. In your current condition, you'll have numerous memory losses, less strength... To be frank you'll have less everything than me. If you think you've achieved what I am, you're blinding yourself."
