Nate makes a horrible choking noise that's far too convincing when she kicks snow over him, right until he accidentally swallows some of it. Then he bolts up and spits, coughing in a completely ungraceful display and pushing his fist in his chest.

Vaguely, he pauses to think about what Chloe said and goes eeriely silent -- not out of any lingering emotion, but because he is slowly putting some pieces together. Sap? Immortality?

Resin. The images of the tree of life. Of course. That's what Lazarevic was after. Not the fabled sapphire.

Sorry Chloe, Nate is on another planet right now.