With no more energy to fuel it the ball disintegrates. Sengai picks up his sash, but doesn't put back on, he's too sweaty for that. He simply lays it across his shoulders.
"Thank you," he says as he takes the water and has a drink. With his throat no longer dry, he speaks. "One can wish."
Sengai is silent for a time before resuming. "I appreciate you and Mr. Summers taking me in and helping me. My father..it hurt his pride knowing he couldn't help me. It wasn't easy for him to send me here."
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