Flynn watches Stone in his dawning horror, the rage, the fear. The realization of the actual extent of the pendant and what he just gave up to Flynn.

"That's right." His voice is mild, almost gentle but his eyes are hard and uncaring. He steps closer, his voice low and menacing close to Stone's ear before he withdraws. "And don't you forget it."

He smirks. "Or maybe you will?"

Flynn can see the cracks in the foundation already. They would increase over time, he knows, deep fissures of doubts, which thoughts are his own? Which feelings are genuine?

Oh yes, they're going to have so much fun indeed.

"Now we should go and get Jones." He winks cheerfully. "Before you change your mind."