For the first week, I was a captive of Chris Sonom and Jon Sims. They're not very good at it, but it was intriguing enough to stay until my memories returned. Then I was in Insincerity with the rest of the city and my device all but useless.

[There's a familiar rusty chuckle.]

When I first met someone of inconceivable power, I expressed a curiosity about death in this place and chose a few key words...poorly. He took it upon himself to give me the gift as he'd perceived I'd requested it.

It's one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. There was a certain...innocent purity to it. And it wasn't without cost to him.