"The ring you gave me, it's starting to wear down," Amberdrake lifts his free hand -- the one with the ring -- in illustration. And sure enough, ten years of constant wear has worn down the engraving quite a lot. There's dings and dents in the edges, too, that have smoothed down.

No sign of tarnish, but the ring has definitely aged. Silver can only withstand so much.

"I could be sent back to my world, or you could be sent back to yours, or both, and we may never see each other again," Drake's tone is quite sober, as though he's not sitting on Sanzo's lap for this conversation. "I'm going to want to retire this thing so it doesn't break in five, maybe ten years. Maybe sooner, considering how many crazies I've had to retrieve it from..."

He's getting to a point, eventually!