"Watching you? Then who are you exactly?"
Hewitt spread his hands:
"Hewitt Drayton, don't you have an impression of this name?"
The Stick Man asked:
"Stop hiding behind riddles. Tell me your name from that era. If you're really as important as you claim, you can't be just a nobody."
Hewitt shook his head:
"No, I'm indeed not a great guy, not like Odin who's terrifying at the mere mention, not like Christ who's all-powerful, not as supreme as Zeus.
"But for you now, I won't be much weaker, and we're both no friends of Odin's. So why can't you just go to sleep?"
The Stick Man chuckled:
"You seem to have misunderstood something. I don't refuse to go back to the book, but what can you do to me even if I don't return?"
The Stick Man curiously locked gazes with Hewitt's golden pupils:
"Can you kill me? Do what Odin couldn't? No, you can't. At most, you can only seal me again. And since you can only seal me, why should I listen to you?
