He remembered how he’d been so desperate to kiss her at the time, since he was about to embark on a mad enterprise—flitting across the skies of a campo on a thrown-together gravity rig—and he’d thought he was going to die, that he wasn’t going to see tomorrow ever again, and how hungry this made him. Hungry for her, for this luminous creature he’d spent hours next to in workshops and alleys, hungry to snatch a piece of her away for himself, like stealing fire from the gods on the mount…
