"It is charm," he said. Why lie? "Nothing important." Because not lying would probably get him killed, that's why. "It is mine. Give back." He looked up at her through his dark bangs. "Please. My---" He swallowed and looked down. "My mother gave it to me. It is only thing I have from her. Please." Well, the only thing besides paranoia, distrust, sharp instincts, and a multitude of scars.