With the medicine now firmly in his grip, Bian felt the tension that had gripped his chest for weeks slowly start to lift. There was no reason to linger here anymore—not on this ruined, dangerous planet, not with his goal so close at hand. He turned toward Dican, his expression lighting up with genuine excitement for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Dican," he said, almost breathless, "let's go home… to your home."
Dican's eyes softened. That word—home—carried a warmth that reached deep into his heart. "Yes, my love," he murmured, gently cupping Bian's cheek before kissing his forehead.
The flight back to the hovering mothership was smooth, quiet even. Bian sat next to Dican in the cockpit, his fingers brushing over the glowing container that held the precious Grayling medicine. He couldn't stop smiling. Finally. He would be safe now—powerful, even. He had Dican. He had everything.
