[ The Atirat he has saved with the cautious, clever use of his sand are numerous. Many of them are dead-eyed, their physical tics those of traumatized or haunted individuals. There are blankets around them, the children have been cleaned and their faces and hands washed clean; a bucket of warmed water sits nearby with a spare cloth, several empty pots of what must have been the stew he's cobbled together of them stacked to the side ( good to know that even in working on behalf of others, Reigen's still a fucking slob --- ).

He waits. Silco is doing something in that crazy brain of his, and Reigen has nothing but time to spare. Hah. ]

No, the suggestion was to use theft or bargaining to acquire additional Sand. There was no requirement placed on us to actually collect more. Mr. Tibbs only said it was a game. We placed the caveat to 'acquire more' on ourselves.

[ He waves his finger, spinning it in slow circles through the air as he speaks. ]

What if the point of his game, and thus the criteria to win the Oracle, was selflessness, not selfishness?