“You looked smug.”
“I felt grateful.”
That knocked the irritation right out of me.
“For what?”
“That you want me too.”
I stood suddenly. He rose at once but did not move toward me.
Good man, I thought, and that made everything worse.
I walked to the side of the room, putting distance between us because distance was the only tool I had. There were objects on a shelf: a small dark blade in a case, a strip of woven cloth, a cracked piece of something that might have been ceramic. The last looked out of place in this metal room.
“What is this?” I asked.
He was silent long enough that I knew I had touched something tender.
“A piece of my family home.”
I turned back.
“I found it in the ruins,” he said. “It was part of my mother’s baking dish.”
“Oh.”
“I do not know why I kept it.”
“Yes, you do.”
His gaze shifted to me.
I looked at the shard again. “Because it proves the home was real.”
For a moment, I forgot my own fear.
I moved before I thought better of it. Not to him. To the shelf. I lifted one finger but did not touch the shard. “I don’t have anything.”
The words came out small.
“From Earth,” I said. “I don’t have anything. Not my clothes. Not my phone. Not a picture. Not a stupid receipt in my pocket. Nothing.”
His voice was rough. “Harper.”
“I know this is not your fault.”
“No. But I am relieved you cannot leave.”
Slowly, I turned.
Zared stood beside the chair, shoulders rigid, face stark.
“What?”
He forced himself to hold my gaze. “A selfish part of me is relieved we cannot find Earth. I hate that part. I will not obey it. If we find a way to search, I will tell you. If we find coordinates, I will tell you. If there is a path home, I will not hide it from you. But I will not lie and say I do not fear losing you.”
There was the truth Degatu must have told him to give me.