"I don't think I've ever seen one like it before," Yona says thoughtfully, her head tipping to the side. Surely he isn't the only person in Darrow to carry one, but if she's known or seen anyone else who has, it hasn't caught her notice. Mostly people seem to use the little plastic ones she sees by the registers in stores, the brightly-colored plastic always enough to make her smile. This is appealing in a different sort of way, with the sense of it being something new. "No one had lighters anymore where I'm from. Just one pack of matches."

Her father held onto them like they were the most important thing on the train, and in a way, she thinks now that they might have been. Without a way to light the fuse, it would never have ended. "Where's home for you?"