“I don’t know how to thank you,” I say. “What for?” Kavax asks, confused, as per usual. “The kindness…” I don’t know how else to say it. “For watching over my friends when I’m not even one of you.” “One of us?” His ruddy face smirks. “A fool. You speak like a fool. My boy made you one of us.” He looks across the hangar where Mustang speaks with one of Lorn’s daughters-in-law near a transport. “She makes you one of us.” It’s all I can do to keep the tears from my eyes. “And if we damn all that, I say you’re one of us. So one of us you are.”
