sensei
Mohammed doesn't much think of Anton as his mentor. When they're pulling out teeth together there's only two things he can think of - that crunchy sound, and the wet noises of the freshly-dead. Today, though - he glances next to him and Anton sits there giving him such an intense stare with a pair of tongs in the one hand and a golden molar in the other. "Keep it," he says. "Put it on a chain. Wear it to remind yourself."
And what can Mohammed do? He keeps the molar. He puts it on a chain. He reminds himself.