“Taken from the catacombs of Rome in the 17th century, the relics of twelve martyred saints were then attired in the regalia of the period before being interred in a remote church on the German/Czech border.” - Immortal, Toby de Silva (via Retronaut)
“When I die,” says Antonio, cradled in the arms of his comrade in arms Captain Amerigo like a Pietà, “I want you to bury me in my armour.”
“You’re not going to die,” says Amerigo, and if there are tears shining in his eyes, the others pretend not to see them.
“Just promise me,” says Antonio. “Unless you want to keep the medallion to remember me by. Maybe look at it when you’re keeping Onan company. I don’t judge.”
“Hold your tongue, Antonio,” says Amerigo, hiccup-laughing, but Antonio will not be holding anything again, and however hard Amerigo scrubs afterwards, he cannot get the blood out of his tabard.
Amerigo keeps his word, and Antonio is buried in his armour, but Amerigo may have commissioned a goldsmith to add to the helmet. He wants to show the world how bright Antonio’s star had shone.
Part of him wants to keep the medallion after all, but in the end all he keeps are his memories.