Noatok could hear the metal of the glove clink as Tarrlok picked it from it’s compartment. Noatok closed his eyes and absorbed the smell of salt in the air, let himself be calmed by the rocking of the boat. “It will be just like the good old days,” he heard his brother say, the pain of acceptance in his voice. A tear slid from Noatok’s eyes and he allowed a smile to creep onto his face. ‘To the spirit world, brother’ he thought to say. But there was a buzz, a flash of light, and it was too late. Together they departed this world, not as evildoers, not as enemies, not as partners, but as brothers. Brothers again, at last.