"Ain't that the truth," Saturday say ruefully, meaning his geopolitical observation. "All that land an' all this money, an' still nothin' gets fucking solved."

She snorts at Ellora's sulk and Dan's response. In a familiar, amused way, recognizing it;for a moment the memory of her father shimmers between them, his face lined and grave.

Do not make threats in idleness, Makoto, and especially not in the shadows. Braggadocio there will get you killed.

"Huh. You know, ghosts is something I don't think we got where I'm from? People can leave like, astral echoes of themselves, but can't actually become spirits unless some real weird stuff happens to 'em on purpose, kinda thing. What they leave behind isn't really them."

At least, that was how Maggie had explained it.