“I don't know what happened to it,” she admits, odd from the outside but less disorienting than the terrible, quiet realisation that she didn't know when he had quietly unraveled into the Fade. “I would have destroyed it, but I don't think that was his plan for it, and I never got my hands on the thing. When we made one that nearly worked for me, we broke it right after. But I had to find a different mage and—”

She gestures.

“I think he still had it. When I asked him who'd made his, he asked if someone needed it.”

He'd said good when she agreed she intended to destroy hers, were they successful, had sounded sincere. It is, she realises, the last conversation she ever had with him.