He is, he reasons, perhaps already mad - so what it hurt to look in her eyes now.

Guy laughs, short and sharp.

"I have done far worse than you can imagine, and what can you do to me now, hmm?"

Nevertheless he flops onto his back, releasing her and staring into the sky. He does not see a thousand, thousand unchosen futures being extinguished one by one there.

"You can only follow me the rest of my days."