For a moment, my heart is tempted to take the object that Frodo offers me. I can hear my brother's voice calling out to me, but something sounds twisted and unfamiliar and I take a step back. "No, Frodo." He does not understand and continues to offer it to me relentlessly. I am forced to snap and he jumps back in shock and fear. I did not mean to scare him, but if I touch the ring but once, then I will never be able to let it go again. Twisted as it is, it is my only connection to the man I used to call brother besides the memories. That is why I cannot take it and I am forced to ask Frodo to take him. He should not have to be burdened by this pressing weight, but at least he thinks it is because of the power the Ring could wield through me. To be honest with myself, I would be able to shake it off. No, it is because it is my brother and the Ring needs to be destroyed and I can't let my personal feelings get in the way of the events as they need to happen.