Once, a very long time ago, he might not see exactly what is happening here. But he knows - he knew - a mind so painfully, beautifully similar to this. In a way, he's cupping a piece of it in his palm right now.

"It's...a sort of container. Not for anything physical. Memories, emotions - love, and friendship. So that whatever happened, however much time may pass, she'd know that it would win out in the end." His voice has gone soft and distant, as if he's reciting something.

These were not words he knew, before he pressed the locket to his chest and closed his eyes. This was a private moment between two old friends.

"One of the last things Laerryn ever did was give this to me."