No, because what you're going to do is give it back right now.

[ it's stupid, that he cares so much about the goddamn eyeball. it almost certainly belongs to harold jenkins; he knows that now, and his siblings do too. the thing has served its purpose. he followed the lead to meritech, learned what little he could, and then the trail went cold.

well, it went up in flames. thanks hazel, cha cha.

it's worthless now. a hunk of glass that tells him nothing, got him nowhere. there's no more information he can possibly mine from it. he should've thrown it away after meritech burned. he should've thrown it away after getting that slip of paper from the commission. he could've thrown it away here, after dying, for chrissake.

but that stupid eyeball has been his lifeline since he was thirteen, was his reminder over the years and years and years that there was a job he needed to do. had to keep going, had to survive, had to get home. had to find this asshole and kill him before he kills everyone.

nate wouldn't break it, not on purpose, and it wouldn't even matter if he did. but five feels a stab of irrational panic anyway.

he says, low, angry, ]

I swear to God, Nathan, I know ten ways I could kill you right now, without breaking a sweat. Hand it over.