Normal people couldn't get it. When you said them something smelled good, they thought about apple pie or their pretty lady friend's soap or fresh flowers.
They weren't really wrong about it, these smells were good. But they weren't good. They weren't the same as a Heterodyne's smell.
A Jäger would always find a Heterodyne amongst a crowd of Sparks, because a Heterodyne was just so different. It was like finding water in a desert, or your home in the night. It was finding safety, it was finding something you needed, absolutely needed as much as you need to breath.
Jägerkin needed Heterodynes, but Heterodynes weren't here anymore. Not since Masters Bill and Barry went to be heroes and disappeared. It hurt, to know what you needed while also knowing you wouldn't have it, not anymore.
Well, that was what they thought. Until Mistress Agatha was found.
She was the water after a long march in the desert, she was home after being lost in the dark, she was Heterodyne after so many lonely years believing the bloodline was lost.
She was here, and finally Jägerkin were home again.