Chapter 572: Soul Food
<Ahem.> said Manajuwejet, floating on a cloud of pink smoke that leaked cotton candy. Because dream logic.
<You have no power over me.> the Black Spider told him.
<Yeah. Thanks for bringing that up. YOU have no power over him.>
<He is sworn to Anansi.>
<In the future.> Manajuwejet said. <Specifically, about sixteen years in the future. Touch him now, and you'll owe Sobek his cost in Shen coins.>
Shen coins are a form of primal currency. Think of little bits of distilled faith, condensed to levels where gods would treat them like copper coins. A single erg of Primal Power, distilled into a physical object.
<I have enough to make… this… twice over. His soul is mine to do with as I please.>
<Uh, no.>
<NO?>
<Uh-uh. You damage that little mortal, and you owe Sobek and Sekhmet the value that he'd have grown to in the intervening years.>
<Arrogance. You are neither of those gods.>
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Mike_Kochis
Mike_Kochis So Rhishi isn't surviving in a vacuum. And, everyone who plays survival games has noticed that while he isn't pursuing the worst strategy, he isn't pursuing the best, either.
But... no spoilers. The problem is that he's still got enough memories that it gets in the way of just surviving. And, he doesn't realize how hard it is to climb back to where he was.
AND, yes, he's back to being distracted. By everything, even thoughts he knows he should save for when he's safe in his hole in the ground.
As always, thank you for your readership. It means more to me than I've been able to put into words.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone