Karel nodded.

"I want it." I didn't, but some deep gut instinct made me say the words. "But..." This was going to sound so lame. "Can you make it temporary?"

"No."

My shoulders slumped. I still had the sense I should do this but it warred with my disinclination to make the sunburst the first tattoo on my body. I didn't want that permanent a reminder of this mission. Besides, if I ever wanted to be buried in a Jewish cemetery, then tattoos were right out. ...