He remembers every thing he said in that horrible glass tunnel, where they were subjected to sensory deprivation to the point where they walked for days without feeling so much as tiredness or hunger. He had been terrified, and he had lashed out at Charley. He always regretted that.

But now, he has a second chance. If the gods had anything to do with it, Eight wants to thank them.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at her. "Yes. Really. Now, what would you like to see? I confess, there hasn't been a festival like this since I've been here."