Had she been talking to other man, then she wouldn't have been wrong. But life and death did not come simple to James Howlett. He had died a hundred times now, yet he remained still. It was a persistent fact of his existence that was as complicated as it was difficult. Only his brother understood that and no matter how poorly they might have got on at times, it was what bound them together. Eternity was a damned hard thing to do alone.

"Not like this you won't," he said mildly as he followed here into the descent. He kept his grip on her hand tight, though it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable carrying on like this. A rope would have done them a lot better here. "If yer lookin' to die with gray in your hair, you should've stayed at yer desk."