"What were you thinking?" Chester asked of the
mouse. "The dark is dangerous, surely you know that."
"I wasn't thinking." Beano replied, leaning
against Mars and the gravestone.
"We just needed out of the Workshop." Mars added.
Chester tilted his head towards the dragon. "And
you?"
"I don't remember." Blue said, staring at the sky.
"Blue just dropped off the map a few months after being
assigned." Bolt said.
Freddie curled against dragon, yawning.
"It doesn't matter any more, does it?" Freddie
asked. "We're here, you're mine, we're... family?" He offered.
Chester shook his head. "I'm just trying to
understand."
"Not everyone likes to talk." Freddie said,
closing his eyes, "they don't have to."
Chester glanced over, smiling lightly at the boy. "Let
me tell you about a special little girl."
"She was wonderful, powerful, joyful. I was assigned to
her when she turned four. Over ten years ago. She grew, as all children do. She
was mine. I followed her down into the Dark."
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