"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Diogo's voice comes from behind me and I twist in my chair to look at him. He's dressed in dark clothes from head to foot, leaving off his military outfit for the sake of his people. Tonight, he's one of them. His terrifying war mask, the skull of a Primitive, covers half his face so I can't see his expression, but I know from the sound of his voice that he's in a pensive mood. So am I.

"It's tradition," I answer simply and turn back ...