"Still no commitment, Abelard?" Constantine showed him a glass vial filled with brown liquid. "It’s just as well. I have trouble walking. I have trouble with all dimensions, since...since the Arena. That’s why they gave me new eyes. The eyes see dimensions for me." He twisted the top from the vial with gnarled fingers. "I see life for what it is now. That’s why I know I must do this." He put the poison to his lips, and drank it down. "Give me your hands."