'But do I really care about all that?'
Jamie asked himself this.
He wasn't the kind of person to dissect morality or weigh motives.
Reminding himself of this—
"You want to be remembered, huh?"
—Jamie made his decision.
"Okay. That's fine. I'll remember you."
He stepped forward, the distance between them vanishing in an instant. Before she could react, his hand shot out, faster than her instincts could warn her, and closed around the heart she held.
"What are you—?!"
She tried to yank it away, panic flashing across her face, but it was a futile effort. Jamie's grip wasn't something she could break out of so easily.
Faint, multi-coloured tendrils of cosmic energy began to seep from his arm, latching onto the heart like ethereal vines.
"You see, this little trinket of yours—I'll be taking it. I'm currently in need of a rather large energy source, and this fits the bill perfectly."
