As the ship slowly descends, they all face the large door at the rear of the bay, waiting. “Why do you let them keep calling you Salim?” Ilapara inquires. “Your reflection might have stolen your appearance, but he doesn’t have to steal your name too.” A question he’s been dreading, because the truth is, Salo doesn’t feel like his real name either. It’s a weight he’s not yet ready to carry, and if it wouldn’t upset everyone, he’d ask them to stop using it and call him Salim instead.
