“Can I keep him please, dad? Pleaseeeeee?”
Rethais grunted as he threw his briefcase on the floor and chucked his cape vaguely at the cape hook, then grunted some more as he had to pick both items up and put them away properly. He hadn’t even properly looked at whatever the fuck his son Trismit was holding.
“Dad? Can I? Can I keep him?”
With everything back in its proper place, Rethais grunted a little more, properly paying attention to Trismit, then wishing he hadn’t.
“Where… did you find…” Rethais took a deep breath, calming himself down. He was already pissed off, he didn’t want to take it out on Trismit. “Put the Skyavok down.”
Trismit did as commanded, still smiling. “I found him sleeping in the garbage behind the space port where I work now! He is so skinny and ill, I could not let the other guards take him away and kill him! So I carried him back home and have been feeding him weak stew to help him with his thirst and hunger!”
With yet more grunts, Rethais switched his attention over to the tiny little Skyavok, who was shaking, but not from fear.
“What is your… wait… Are you Psiksi of the Dessaron?”
“No, just Psiksi!” the Skyavok weakly snapped. “Fucking Dessaron are fucking dead! They fucking left me here on my own with nothing, then the fucking asshole Temthans invaded and I had to flee here…”
Rethais turned back to Trismit, looking very confused. “How in the name of the Light did you get this Skyan past the space port security?” Rethais trailed off though, realising the answer to his own question was somewhat obvious. At least, it was obvious in this household. “I told you not to use your teleportation powers. Someone might see you. If someone catches your scent, they WILL report you up the ladder and sent you back into Kenon’s arms.”
“Yeah… sorry…” Trismit apologised, patting Psiksi on the head. “But look at him! He is so small and weak! I could not leave him! He needs a home! Like you gave me a home!”
“It is dangerous for him to stay here. He needs to be with other Skyavok.”
“I don’t wanna go and be with other Skyans!” Psiksi immediately interrupted, barely capable of standing but trembling with anger. “Fuck them all for leaving me behind and fuck my mum for agreeing to your dictator leader’s plans! There had to be some other way but your tyrant played on our desperation! And honestly? If I’d known Trismit here was related to you? I’d have fucking off-ed myself back at the space port!”
Rethais sighed, crossing his arms. “Trismit, you can keep him.”
“I can?” Trismit beamed. “Thank you!”
“On two conditions. The first is that you nurse him back to health. The poor thing has had a hard time and needs our help. The second condition is that you let absolutely no one aside from our family know that Psiksi is here. We are already keeping far too many secrets, but you are absolutely right, Psiksi needs a place where he can be safe.”
Psiksi stared blankly at the two Rethavok. “What am I? Some sort of pet?”
“No, you are an unlucky, lost Skyavok who needs help…” Rethais explained. “We are going to give you help, because you will not find it anywhere else around here.”
“Oh… Alright…” Psiksi began to calm down, allowing Trismit to lead him back to the dining table for some more food. “Uh… thank you… I appreciate you helping me…”