"And if it comes off?" The obvious, unsettling question. He pulled very gently at the chain. It seemed secure and tight, and he wasn't even certain if he could take it off himself. "Where will you go?"

He looked back to Martin, regarding him carefully, critically. Dead. He'd been dead, Bariyan had killed him, and now... now he was here. But where had he gone? What had changed? Where would they go, from here?

There was a future, now. For Bariyan. For Martin. For the both of them.

That was strange to contemplate.