The locket he wears upon his neck feels as if a brand, burning its way through cloth and skin to remind him of her presence here. He can still feel the knife to his throat, just as he can feel the sorrow of finding Thomas' body and the betrayal of watching her hang (and how he could not watch). "Do you mean to haunt me through every dark corridor in every large manse we find ourselves in?" he asks, but there is little sharpness or strength to his words.