“What was the chain for? Good, solid metal: why would anybody abandon it to rust? And is it part of the oak now? Does that mean the tree and the chain are the same entity? When you eat a slow-roasted tilapia, Oli, at what point does it cease to be fish and become you?” I shrugged slowly, careful not to jostle Ami. “When it goes into my stomach, I assume.” “Not in your mouth? It has to be the stomach? What if it’s not dead? What if it’s still swimming? Thrashing and struggling to escape.”
