I looked up at Fang. He and I had shared a special bond for some years now. Ever since we had first met, all those years ago at the school. And, as a product of all those years together, we could understand what the other was feeling, thinking, etc.

And right now was no exception. "We will go find them, Max." Fang wrapped his arms around me as I cried on his shoulder. "We'll find them. Don't worry," he shushed me.

I didn't know what to do. Fang and I were both pretty beat up, and were moving stiffly with every movement. The flyboys had done a number on us.

I nodded into Fang's shoulder. "I know. But is it so wrong of me to want them back right now?"

"Of course not," he said. "But we need to rest before we rescue the flock."