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"Ooh," says Hayden. "This is getting good."
"They say it's painless," says Emby—as if that were any consolation.
"Yeah?" says Connor. "Well, why don't you go ask all the pieces of Humphrey Dunfee how painless it was?"
The name settles like a frost around them. The jolts and rattles of turbulence grow sharper.
"So . . . you heard that story too?" says Diego. "Just because there are stories like that, doesn't mean unwinding is all bad," says Emby. "It helps people."
"You sound like a tithe," says Diego.
Connor finds himself personally insulted by that. "No, he doesn't. I know a tithe. His ideas might have been a little bit out there, but he wasn't stupid." The thought of Lev brings with it a wave of despair. Connor doesn't fight it—he just lets it wash through him, then drain away. He doesn't know a tithe; he knew one. One who has certainly met his destiny by now.
"Are you calling me stupid?" says Emby.
"I think I just did."
Hayden laughs. "Hey, the Mouth Breather is right— unwinding does help people. If it wasn't for unwinding, there'd be bald guys again—and wouldn't that be horrible?"
Diego snickers, but Connor is not the least bit amused. "Emby, why don't you do us all a favor and use your mouth for breathing instead of talking until we land, or crash, or whatever."
"You might think I'm stupid, but I got a good reason for the way I feel," Emby says. "When I was little, I was diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis. Both my lungs were shutting down. I was gonna die. So they took out both my dying lungs and gave me a single lung from an Unwind. The only reason I'm alive is because that kid got unwound."
"So," says Connor, "your life is more important than his?"
"He was already unwound—it's not like I did it to him. If I didn't get that lung, someone else would have."
In his anger, Connor's voice begins to rise, even though Emby's only a couple of feet away at most. "If there wasn't unwinding, there'd be fewer surgeons, and more doctors. If there wasn't unwinding, they'd go back to trying to cure diseases instead of just replacing stuff with someone else's."
And suddenly the Mouth Breather's voice rings out with a ferocity that catches Connor by surprise.
"Wait till you're the one who's dying and see how you feel about it!"
"I'd rather die than get a piece of an Unwind!" Connor yells back.
The Mouth Breather tries to shout something else, but instead goes into a coughing fit that lasts for a whole minute. It gets so bad, it frightens even Connor. It's like he might actually cough up his transplanted lung.
"You okay?" asks Diego.
"Yeah," says Emby, trying to get it under control. "Like I said, the lung's got asthma. It was the best we could afford."
By the time his coughing fit is over, it seems there's nothing more to say. Except this:
"If your parents went to all that trouble," asks Hayden, "why were they having you unwound?"
Hayden and his questions. This one shuts Emby down for a few moments. It's clearly a tough topic for him—maybe even tougher than it is for most Unwinds.
"My parents didn't sign the order,'' Emby finally says. "My dad died when I was little, and my mom died two months ago. That's when my aunt took me in. The thing is, my mom left me some money, but my aunt's got three kids of her own to put through college, so . . ."
He doesn't have to finish. The others can connect the dots.
"Man, that stinks," says Diego.
"Yeah," says Connor, his anger at Emby now transferred to Emby's aunt.
"It's always about money," Hayden says. "When my parents were splitting up, they fought over money, until there was none left. Then they fought over me. So I got out before there was none of me left, either."
Silence falls again. There's nothing to hear but the drone of the engine, and the rattle of the crates. The air is humid and it's a struggle to breathe. Connor wonders if maybe the Fatigues miscalculated about how much air they had. We're all gonna die in here. That's what Emby said. Connor bangs his head back sharply against the wall, hoping to jar loose the bad thoughts clinging to his brain. This is not a good place to be alone with your thoughts. Perhaps that's why Hayden feels compelled to talk.
