“Do you want it or not? I can’t give it to you if you’re on me. Or dead.”

“It isn’t pity.”

He decided to make that statement instead. It was a solid objective one and without any nuance in his mind.

“You need help. I don’t need the money. I’m giving it to you.”

He was also still half-pinned down in the recumbent posture of an alien about to be brained.

But he’d also seen them do ‘little things’. Things like holding doors for others, buying drinks for one another. Giving money to the needy. For the individual, these acts made little sense.

So he went with the first thing that forced itself out of his mouth.

“It’s the right thing to do.”

"Do you need money."

Tragically, the need to strain against having his skull caved in made it sound less like a question and more like a statement.

"If you cease I will share what I have."

The three-fingered hand snapped up to grab at the hand that held the bell. One ghastly-red eye opened, narrowing in annoyance.

"Unnatural creature. Explain in as few words as possible why I shouldn't un-make you."

He didn't like being hexed.

And then he saw nothing but dirt and grass and then darkness as he ungracefully planted his face into the earth.

The big moment ruined by the rather embarrassing tumble followed by (after a suitable period of seconds) soft snoring.

His three-toed feet turned as his senses guided him along the course of the magic being used. All arcane breadcrumbs but enough to follow.

But he was getting sluggish.
So tired.
And the chime sounded so sweet.

"I--hear you..." slurred out.
"And I will--" he forgot his threat. He stumbled instead.