He watched her, expression helpless. It was like he knew that she wouldn't give it back and there was nothing he could do about it. He felt almost naked without it, too, and he<span style="font-style: italic">knew</span>that his mark was exposed. If she saw it, he was probably dead. If anyone else saw it, he was dead for sure.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I'm going to die. I know I'm going to die. All I can say is that I wish that I had been able to complete my job. I wish that things had ended differently."</span>He leaned back against the chair, eyes shut. He was so tired and in pain, and feeling very hopeless. Maybe, in a different world, they could have been friends. But here and now, they were on opposite sides, and there was nothing either one of them could do about it.