When they don't return the coin he finds himself disassembled unable to eat drink move speak trapped with possibilities he has no right to choose live or die stay or go yes or no or maybe so a useless vessel who can't manage one step he does not sleep so much as slip from consciousness into nothing into visions his brain becomes disjointed garbage a knight wearing tin riding an ass snapped up swallowed whole Gotham the monster that can be neither slain nor tamed roasts him alive in her belly like fever it is Jim who spares his life.