Odette knew Didero’s pain, it seemed, but he didn’t need a reminder that his lusus was still out there, trapped and in pain—because of him of all things. He flinched slightly as Odette’s fingers brushed aside his bangs, but held himself still as she attempted to comfort him. He held the squab gently in both hands. The simple familiarity of holding a small pigeon nearly took his breath away.
They were promising to help Didero, and Didero was going to hold them to it to the best of his abilities. He wasn’t strong now, but he was stronger and smarter than he used to be. He wasn’t going to make the same mistakes twice.
”I’m coming too. This ‘we,’ it includes me too.” Didero finally looked up, first to Odette, then to Ganyma. He wasn’t going to be left behind like some nuisance while everyone else fixed his mistakes.
”I need to make things right.” Even if the worst had become of his lusus, Didero still needed closure. He needed to know that he was capable of growing beyond this terrible smallness he felt in his own hive, in his own skin. He needed to prove himself to himself.
”I have a guest block with two recuperacoons. They’re on the small side, but they’re clean…”Didero took a deep breath in and out, careful not to ruffle Siegfried. Everything would be okay, he told himself. He wasn’t alone anymore. Finally, things were going to get better.