If that's the case, I've learned enough for several lifetimes.

[ He sighs, feeling the friction between their hands, feeling the heat in his own blood. ]

I was born in this month, you know. On the day of the summer solstice. My brother and I both.

[ He looks at Vietnam while he talks, his felfire eyes liquid, soft. This might seem like an abrupt change of subject, but it's not common for him to discuss anything personal to himself, not to anyone. ]

My brother was fine, but the midwives said I was born burning. The first night in my crib, I nearly melted the damn thing.