Peter placed the cigarette between his lips before lifting the necklace out of her palm with careful fingers. The other hand reached out, thumb gently wiping away the tears that he wasn't sure she'd even realised were falling.
"He wore it every day," Peter told her softly. "And then it passed to me." He fastened the chain around his neck once more, metal cool against his skin.
"He told me it would protect me, and he hoped I never needed its' help," he added, gently.