"A future," he echoed. He understood, though, all too well. "Then there is something here like the Apple from my own memory. We must be wary. Often, such things make those who see into it pay with a portion of their own life force for seeing what it is that is offered."

That was what Abbas forgot. Why he had been about to hand the man the Apple once more. Why he'd been immune, he still didn't know.

The emotion, though. That, he was not immune to.