"I do not deny my ability to grant your desire. I can indeed cure your friend of that which ails her."
The Oracle's response to Rey was cold, and the tiny smile that formed on her face slowly faded away, leaving behind the cold demeanor she had not too long before.
Rey noticed this, but his stubbornness made him unable to give up.
"Then—"
"However, just because I can do something doesn't mean I should." The Oracle said in a rather detached tone.
"If you are so desperate for my assistance, then perhaps I can propose some sort of arrangement—a trade of sorts."
Rey raised his eyebrows a little, but his suspicions didn't stop him from jumping on the opportunity as soon as he heard what was being said. "What trade?!"
"I will require a sacrifice from you in order to fulfill your request. I wonder if you possess sufficient resolve for that."
