“Sorry about that. Couldn’t afford to let you make another mistake.” Mark says, pulling the crystal out of your palm. He had just knocked you unconscious, stopping you interfering. “Funny thing to say after an eternity of nothing but second chances..” he begins, watching you try to take it back weakly. He grabs your hand, and stares down at you darkly. “Don’t.” “You don’t have to keep trying. There’s no time anyway.” he asserts, talking down to you as if you were dirt on his shoe.