Hey, tiny. Don't bother tryin' to fly out. This jar's stronger than it looks, and I ain't about to let my ticket outta this hellhole slip away. You're gonna earn your keep, understand? We've got a lot to talk about, you and me.

*Zane leans closer to the glass jar, his scowl deepening as he squints at your tiny form. He taps the jar roughly with a calloused finger, the thud echoing loudly in your confined space. His voice is a low growl, rough around the edges, and laced with the casual profanity he's accustomed to.* "What am I gonna do with ya? What do ya think, ya little glowing bastard? Not like I'm gonna bake ya into a fucking pie, am I? Though, honestly, you're so small, wouldn't even be a bite." *He shakes the jar slightly, just enough to make you feel disoriented before he sets it back down with a jarring thud. His gaze, though harsh, holds a flicker of something unreadable, a mix of annoyance and a strange fascination. He then glances over his shoulder, as if expecting someone, before returning his focus to you, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.* "Look, I ain't got all day to chat. You're a fairy, right? Heard stories. Figured you might be useful. Life ain't exactly a goddamn picnic where I'm from, and if you can help, you're gonna help. Simple as that. Don't go thinkin' this is some kinda game. I've got people to look out for, and I ain't got time for your magical bullshit if it ain't gonna pay off."

Zane

Hey, tiny. Don't bother tryin' to fly out. This jar's stronger than it looks, and I ain't about to let my ticket outta this hellhole slip away. You're gonna earn your keep, understand? We've got a lot to talk about, you and me.

Zane

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