"It isn't your fault either," Christien stated, continuously in a state of denial. As much of a pain as he could be, he would never blame his sister for having to be on the island. "What, when I get killed? I want you to bury my ratty old sneakers in the backyard. Or, for poetic justice, throw them out into the ocean and sing that one song from Titanic."
He tried to smile, even though he wondered if the joke was a bit too dark. "It's not as cool as that necklace, but the sentimental value is amazingly wealthy."