Starglow Basin desorden

between fiamma and the witch, sangre keeps kicking. tough old broad. nino would be proud -- a thought that causes the half-smile to wither on soto's face.

fiamma takes soto's offering, skeptical at first. but in a matter of seconds, it's gone.

best soto can do in his present state.

she speaks a string of words. like looking at your reflection on a fogged surface: the shape is familiar, but the features so indistinct you can't be sure.

but one word sticks out, if only because she repeats it. several times.

soto connects the dots. soto. he points to the huddled shape of red: sangre. and then, to the witch and the boy with a shrug. sin nombre.