Anya opened her eyes long enough to give him a look. “They aren’t a tribe. They’re a family … we’re a family.”
“We are, minotez, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for mothering the new comptz. I knew the moment I found you that I had finally come home. I just did not realize how truly extraordinary you were or that you would single-handedly resurrect the comptz race.”
Anya uttered a snort of disbelief. “You don’t fool me, Zavier! You and Legion both think you did it all by yourself!”
“Untrue, my beloved,” Legion murmured in a shaky voice. “We have learned a great deal of humility. We know very well that we only had a very small part in producing such wonderful beings.”
Anya smiled without opening her eyes. “As long as you know your place,” she said teasingly.
“We do, minotez,” Zavier assured her, lifting her hand to kiss her fingers. “By your side.”
The End.
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