from your hands to the heavens

[Imzhora Moonsong]

He does give back the necklace, and you hold back a smug smile on your face, keeping it stern and neutral instead. You cannot look behind his mask, or into his head, to see what he is thinking and why is he making this decision, but you aren't one to question it right now.
You take the necklace, fingers around it as soon as his hand retreats and lets go of the metal. It is yours, and you would have taken it back one way or another, no matter what.

Imza

What coin are you talking about?

And you didn't forget about that dagger either, the one he has reached for and grabbed and stored it away for himself. The one that you would like to have, too, more now than ever since he doesn't seem to want to share - or give it to you freely. (He doesn't seem to give anything to you freely, or to anyone, for that matter, and you wonder why; wonder if it is because of his past, or if it is him and him alone.)

Imza

There is nothing I owe you.