"I won't," Gustave says, flicking the coin straight up into the air. It feels as if it hangs long enough to make him slightly uneasy. Still, the corners of his mouth are turned up in the smallest of smiles, and he catches the coin in his palm, covering it instantly with his other hand.

Part of him doesn't really want to look, but they have to move forward. Keep going.

Slowly, he lifts his hand.

"Heads," he calls, looking over at her before turning down that path.