"That is something I can understand," William paused, "but why is it dangerous for you? I can tell you all are strong and mighty!"
"To peeps like you, we are gods," the golden spirit kept speaking in its arrogant tone, "however to other spirits, we aren't that invincible. We have grades, stages of power, like how you humans have."
"Hmm, I see, but why does it feel like it's the wild wild west out there? You are speaking as if all spirits want each other dead or something…"
"It's something a human like you should stay away from," yet unlike how William expected, the golden spirit didn't continue spilling any more beans, "just focus on your shitty stuff and don't die."
"Is it dangerous here?" William looked around, "there is no one but me and you."
"I meant in your shitty world, hmph! You were this close from getting your neck snapped by that ant."
"But I still killed it!"
