1 Borborygmos is dead. Braz… I don’t think he wanted it to happen. As hard and as well as he fought, and as much conviction as he showed in his final moments with his uncle...
2 I tried to help, but I was useless. My spells just didn’t work. I was so close to death, hanging on by just a thread of magic...
3 I sang for him, as Braz spent the little time he could to say goodbye. I gave him coins too, though perhaps that is an old-fashioned funeral-rite now. I don’t think… I don’t think everyone understood Braz’s need to mourn. We all saw Borborygmos at his worst: an enraged zealot. But there was more to the man, I am sure of it.
5 Braz gave up his name. He is no longer a Vaca. A name is a funny thing: it is nothing, and everything, all at once. I don’t know that Braz can trick Fate in such a way but… it was brave of him to give up his legacy, his connection to his family and village, to try.