“But Otho has her own,” Dr. Hart said. “We’ve buried enough here to need one.” Clearing his throat, he closed his eyes as he bowed his head. “While the smoke may blind our eyes, the air choke our lungs, and Otho, herself, rage beneath our feet, we shall never waver. Never blink. Here in these flames, may we forge ourselves anew, as we go into the fire.” Instinctively, the crew answered as one. “Into the fire.”
