[Oh, he knows that key. Atem knew what Dyster-keys looked like even before he wound up with one of his own; now, though, it's unmistakable. The steel has a sheen you don't really see with any other material...
...and, what Riley's saying is a bit of a clue, too.]
That makes two of us!
[One of the bats that's flying overhead swoops down and poffs back into its usual, much more colorful shape.]
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...and, what Riley's saying is a bit of a clue, too.]
That makes two of us!
[One of the bats that's flying overhead swoops down and poffs back into its usual, much more colorful shape.]
Trying to decide what to do with it?