“How can you say that with such levity?” snapped Kell, straightening. “Kell.” Rhy sat forward, elbows on his knees. “I was dead.” The words hung in the air between them. “I was dead,” he said again, “and you brought me back. You have already given me something I shouldn’t have.” A shadow flashed across his face when he said it, there and then gone. “If it were lost again,” he went on, “I would still have lived twice. This is all.”