“What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” Chigurh rasps, jaw tightening as he slowly grinds his teeth together. There’s nothing in his eyes. Nothing at all.

The coin dances in the air, catching the light for a moment before disappearing beneath his palm. A simple object, yet the weight of everything rests inside it. His brow twitches once, the only sign of movement beyond the ritual.

“Call it.”