Zulius, my school teachers and classmates all thought I was part of a cult. They still do, actually. There's nothing regular about anything here.

[but he's had more here than he would have had anywhere else, too. kni could never discount the view of the summer sun rising and setting from that back porch, the sounds of conversation floating through the open kitchen window. those little moments were fleeting and precious.]

You really don't need to do that.

[kni folds the scarf up, setting it back in the bag zules gave him.]

... I'll talk to Vash.