“For my next fire is home, yah?” He looked to Marasi, and then reached up and removed his mask—the broken one, which he had glued. He held it out with two hands, which caused a few gasps behind him. “Please,” Allik said. The word had more accent to it than the way he’d been speaking before. The captain, who had not lifted her mask to Wax, grew stiff at the gesture. Marasi hesitated, then accepted the mask. “Thank you.” “Thank you, Miss Marasi,” Allik said. “For life.”
