"I didn't mean because I didn't trust you, idiot. I meant it because I do trust you. Lavoe wants two Betas? Then fuck it. I will too. Consider this a promotion, kid."

Jaw-dropping, the expression on the post-cubs face was downright comical. "You're — you're serious right? You're not screwing with me?"

"No." The kid had proved his value. "I meant it. I was thinking of sending you back as a safeguard. That is Samedi Arbor—" I pointed to the purple blooded limb. "— Maybe it will be nothing, and it will be a wasted effort, but as you said, I trust you."

Silence. It rang heavily between us before...