Whatever We Do It's Too Little, Too Late [Jigsaw]

Áskell caught the firefly between his paws but it did nothing to help his brother. "Hey, listen here spirit, leave my brother alone!" He yelled at the firefly and peered closer, trying to see if it really was just a strange firefly after all and not a spirit. His heart hammered in his chest. He didn't know what answer he wanted. If it was just a bug then perhaps all of this was in their heads and what then was he supposed to do? If it was a spirit how was he supposed to bargain with it? What did spirits even want? And in the end would any of that even matter? Spirits could take animal form couldn't they? Like that owl? He just wasn't sure. Minute by minute he was finding more questions and not a single answer.