[It took everything in her power not to yell out in frustration. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. No. She had to think. Forcing herself to breathe, Sibyll paces back and forth, trying to think.
Stepping closer, she looks at the Ring suspiciously. A thought occurred to her, but it was crazy. On the other hand, so was this whole situation. So time to go with insane.
She takes a couple more deep breaths, trying to replace her anger with a different, less destructive emotion. Slowly, almost as if she's afraid it would spring to life, Sibyll reaches for the Ring and takes it in one gloved hand. She presses it against her breast, right by her heart and focuses. She focuses on the warm she holds for Ryou, the maternal affection the spirit in the Ring finds so foreign. Funneling every ounce of her strong will, she tries to shove all that emotion into the gold necklace.]
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Stepping closer, she looks at the Ring suspiciously. A thought occurred to her, but it was crazy. On the other hand, so was this whole situation. So time to go with insane.
She takes a couple more deep breaths, trying to replace her anger with a different, less destructive emotion. Slowly, almost as if she's afraid it would spring to life, Sibyll reaches for the Ring and takes it in one gloved hand. She presses it against her breast, right by her heart and focuses. She focuses on the warm she holds for Ryou, the maternal affection the spirit in the Ring finds so foreign. Funneling every ounce of her strong will, she tries to shove all that emotion into the gold necklace.]