I looked from Christina to Chaser and back again, unable—unwilling, actually—to believe my eyes. “What just happened? I killed you. You should be dead.”
“Oh, I am,” said Chaser. He looked over at his physical corpse with obvious distaste. “Or my old body is, anyway. It was on its last legs, supported only by far too many surgeries and medicines that only put off the inevitable. And I would have died with it, if you hadn’t come here bringing the Trickshot Watch with you. For that, I must thank you. I know I’ve already thanked you many times already, but I am a firm believer in thanking the people who help you, especially in matters as important as this.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty amazing,” said Christina, though I noticed that she didn’t look exactly comfortable in Chaser’s presence. “I didn’t t
