It did look pretty broken, but Bert still approached it with some caution, skirting around most of the glittery innards as he leant down to pick up the two halves. One went into the pocket of his jeans; the other, after a moment's thought, into his jerkin. He wasn't going to risk them being too close together, even if they seemed inert and dead.

Straightening up, he looked down at the shining purple stuff spread out over the rocks, and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. "Well," he said, with a little sigh, "I guess we'll never know."

And that was all the grief or regret he was going to let it cause him - or at least going to let himself show. Shaking his head, he turned on his heel and started back towards Kaine. "Let's get back, before we give Momma and Papa a heart attack. Shall we?" He offered her his arm, with a sidelong little smile.