The intensity of Gideon's gaze is unexpectedly arresting. Palamedes doesn't answer immediately, carefully sipping his tea.

"A contingency that would ensure my demise wasn't permanent." He pauses. "To be accurate, that my consciousness would survive my death."

A look of satisfaction flickers in his eyes. Even now, Pal is quite pleased with the discovery he'd made. "Put simply, I ascertained how to make myself a revenant."