"Huu…"
With a stable heartbeat, yet steady excitement, Rey held the Dyubbuk forward and stared at the Symbiote Slime.
"Let's make a binding vow, friend." He managed to leak out a trustworthy smile as he watched the sludge do its best to escape, to no avail.
The slime ignored him, as it continued trying to run, so Rey chose to repeat himself.
Nothing changed.
'Damn. How exactly am I supposed to communicate with this thing?' Rey thought to himself.
Then, a certain thought came to him.
Within the vast surrounding that they found themselves in—with the aged walls and dreary atmosphere—he chuckled, stretching his hand out to the slime.
~WHUSH!~
In an instant, the Zone of the Slime instantly shifted, and it became much closer to Rey. Once this happened, Rey reached out his hand and neared the ooze.
