It's not magic. [ He thinks, anyways. He keeps it held out, too, until Hank looks back at it and takes it off his shaking hands. ]
You know how people pick from seashells from the beach, or stones from a creek, those sorts of souvenirs... That's what this is. I thought it looked pretty.
[ And it is, the way it shines, if you ignore what looks like blood stains on the edges that somebody- Minato, probably- didn't wipe off well enough. ]
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You know how people pick from seashells from the beach, or stones from a creek, those sorts of souvenirs... That's what this is. I thought it looked pretty.
[ And it is, the way it shines, if you ignore what looks like blood stains on the edges that somebody- Minato, probably- didn't wipe off well enough. ]