Haley gently tipped his hand, palm down, then brushed the glass onto the shirt. "Why do you have it, then?" She asked, her voice hushed. She knew what the answer would be, but she wanted to hear it from himself.Anuerin numbly watched as Haley removed the pieces of glass from his palm, a distant look masking his expression. "Ryker had it collected; I took it when he wasn't paying attention." He answered blankly.