He carefully takes the vial from her, almost like he's afraid it could burn him. But it's just inert pieces. Just the shattered shell of his nightmares. For close to half a minute, he looks at it, entranced. This frelling thing. It's finally over.

Her suggestion rouses him finally. "Oh... huh. Yeah, actually, that might be a good idea. Maybe we should separate more than one. Don't Wayne and Flan have that safe room set up for storing things? Maybe I should give a piece to them, and one for you to guard, too, Cass."