No Compromise
19. Holding
It took him weeks to get out of bed. The burns were awful, and after multiple infections and chilly, feverish nights plagued by delirium, the scent of his own cooking flesh forever engrained into his olfactory nerves, he was finally able to stand up.
His caretakers cheered. They held him tight, told him that he was in Menagerie. The White Fang, and their blue flag fluttering in the wind, would be his home.
He asked for his weapons back. He didn't like being unarmed, alone.
"But you're not alone," Ghira said, honest and true. "Not anymore."
And Adam wept.