Chapter 391

"Have you really decided so?"

After hearing the prophet's words, otavia looked surprised,

Talos did not look directly at her. He walked around her throne, looked over the pool and remembered the former owner of the room.

The man died in the dirt and was torn to pieces by the first fierce claw.

Although Talos still remembers this, he can't remember the name of the creature now. It's rare.

"Are you listening to me?"

Otavia raised her voice a little. Her voice was so elegant and polite that she attracted Talos's attention.

"Yes."

"That's good."

The navigator sat on her throne with one hand around her bulging stomach.

She looked unusually thin, which made her pregnancy more prominent.

"What are the chances that dieterian's ship will safely break out of the enclosure?"

Talos thought it meaningless to lie to her. He stared at her for a long time and let the time go slowly with her heartbeat.

"Your chances of survival are almost ridiculously small, but you still have a chance."

"And Septimus?"

"He is our pilot."

"But he's more of a father --"

Talos immediately raised a hand as a warning.

"Be careful, otavia, don't mistakenly think I can be shaken by emotional requests... You know, I skinned my children's parents in front of them."

Otavia clenched her teeth, but she was never willing to compromise.

"So he... He will always follow me. You can't leave him here. I know him better than you."

"I haven't decided his fate yet."

"What about you? What's your destiny?"

"Don't talk to me in that tone. I don't think I'm arrogant, so save it."

"Sorry."

The navigator lowered his head.

"I'm... Just angry."

"Understandable."

"What do you do? You let those aliens kill you like this?"

"Do you see what happened when we tried to escape, how we broke through one blockade after another and smashed the bow of the ship? They won't let us run to the great eye. As soon as I screamed, the noose began to entangle around us. Their prophet was so powerful that it kept staring at me and I couldn't get away... Otavia, if I delay any more If I go on, I will lose my last chance to choose the place of war. "

"You didn't answer my question."

"I must die."

Talos gestured to her row of wall monitors, each showing different angles outside the ship - each with an eye on the flying star floating in orbit.

"How can I make it clearer? Outside this planet, alien warships are waiting for us... We're dead, otavia, that's it."

Then the prophet sighed, but there was no expression of regret on his face.

"Get ready to leave the ship. Take whatever you want. You have 11 hours before I don't want to see you again."

With that,

He turned away and pushed away the two attendants who were not scattered fast enough.

The navigation membrane watched him go away. She tasted freedom for the first time since he was caught, but she was not sure whether it was as pleasant as she remembered.

"Talos, you often say that the protoplasm is the least cherished creature in the galaxy. Why don't you?"

Talos's footsteps paused for half a second, and then his head wouldn't disappear outside the cabin door.

A few minutes later, the pilot's servicing room

The door opened.

A giant appeared in the arch at the door.

Septimus looked up with Talos's helmet in his hand. He had been making the final repair to the lens of his left eye.

"Master?"

Talos came in, echoing the howling of wolves and the hum of armor in this humble room.

"Otavia leaves the ship in 11 hours."

The prophet looked at each other.

"Your unborn child will go with her."

Septimus nodded, his eyes fixed on Talos's face.

"Dear master, I have guessed."

Talos walked up and down the room, looked left and right, and never stayed too long on one thing.

Then he picked up the half repaired pistols on the table, otavia's charcoal strokes, and some toys the size of his thumb - perhaps for a little life.

The most important thing is that there is a breath of life, a breath of personality and a breath of a specific soul flowing in this small space.

That's it

A human room.

Talos suddenly realized how empty and lifeless his own room was - there was no trace of personality except for the predictions scrawled on the iron wall.

The prophet closed his eyes. He tried to get something in his mind, something he had forgotten for a long time

At the end of the great expedition, the last midnight lords who set foot on the surface of nastam were the soldiers of the 10th, 12th and 16th companies.

Returning home is very rare, because few astats can see their homes again, and nastam is hardly famous for the honor brought by the children.

The parade was modest but sincere.

When the expedition fleet was refueling and repairing at the wharf of nostnamo, the company commander leading the three companies made a gesture.

Each company of 50 astats will land on the planet and start from the spaceport along the main avenue of Quintus.

Talos remembers that even then, it was a strange emotional gesture.

He was blackened with the other nine astats in the first full claw.

During the parade, among the frightening crowd, the young Talos held his bomb gun tightly to his chest and took off his helmet with his brothers.

The experience was dazzling. Although there was almost no sound and almost no cheers at the beginning, the applause soon turned into thunder.

In front of the children of the midnight ghost, nastam's contradictory people threw away their indifference and welcomed their soldiers home.

The situation got worse when the crowd began to shout their names.

That's not an insult, but a real name.

It was not a mess, but the crowds on both sides of the street shouted their names at the astates for a reason that even taros could not guess.

In several places, the fine line set by the law enforcers to block the crowd had been broken, and the fire of light weapons was fiercely fired, shooting down several of the crowd who wanted to go with the astats, and only a few people crowded into the ranks of marching soldiers.

Those who crowded into the queue looked around like lost roads, looking up at the faces of the walking soldiers like drunken, frightened and feverish little animals.

An old woman harassed Charles. She was less than half his height.

"Where is he?"

She screamed, her emaciated hands clutching the marching soldier's armor.

"Shire! Where is he? Answer me!"

As Charles moved on, Talos could see his uneasiness in his brother's face, and the old woman saw his gaze under her disheveled white hair.

Talos immediately turned his head and looked forward, but the old lady had grabbed his motionless arm with her weak hand.

"Look at me!"

She pleaded.

"Look at me!"

Talos didn't. He just moved on.

The old woman wept and wailed behind him, and fell behind him.

"Look at me! I know it's you! Talos, look at me!"

Soon, a law enforcer ended her request with a gunshot.

Talos hated himself and felt relieved.

When the parade was over and he returned to the dark, Charles was sitting on the sofa next to him.

Talos had never seen such a hesitant expression on his brother's face.

"It's not easy for each of us, but you did a good job, brother."

"What difference do I make?"

Charles swallowed his saliva, and there seemed to be a dawn behind his eyes.

"That woman, the one in the crowd, you... You didn't recognize her?"

Talos looked at Charles with his head sideways.

"I hardly saw her."

"She called your name."

Charles kept asking.

"Did you really not recognize her?"

"They are reading our names from our armor scroll, and she called your name, too."

Charles stood up and prepared to leave. Talos stood up with him, holding his brother's shoulder armor tightly.

"What did you find? Go ahead, Charles“

"She's not saying our names, but she knows us, brother... She recognizes us. Even after twenty years and the changes brought about by genetic seeds, throne, Talos... You must recognize her."

"I didn't, I swear, I only saw an old woman."

Charles shook his hand out of Talos' control. He didn't turn around, but his breathing became disordered. Then his words were as decisive as the gunshot that silenced the old woman's plea.

"The old lady --"

Charles, with his back to Talos, said slowly:

"She was your mother."

For a moment, Talos suddenly opened his eyes, then walked towards the gate without looking back and said loudly:

"Mortal Septimus, I don't need you anymore. Go away, take your woman and your children, and go far away to a place... Where there is no blood."

Under Septimus's gaping gaze, Talos's back disappeared behind the closed gate.