“For what it’s worth, I do regret my actions.” The gem pulsed lowly then seemed to grow dim. Handy twirled it about before him absentmindedly. His brow furrowed. Drinking, drugs, what the hell was he doing? He was slowly, systematically, becoming a worse person the longer he stayed here. Granted, he was having the adventure of a lifetime but still… “The hell am I doing?” he said to himself. “Talking to a gem. What am I, a diamond dog?” The gem pulsed brightly. “It’s not as if you can hear me anyway.” The gem pulsed twice.