Part-42

Beka's POV

I was now on my way back to Dylan. Tyr had given me the means to make him better, for which I was grateful.

But all that other stuff he had talked about: Trance, the Gorgonytes and the Abyss. It was all rather overwhelming.

But I had to trust that things would work out all right. Well, at least, I hoped so. Hope was good. It wasn't good to give up. I hadn't given up when I was a prisoner and almost blind. I'd come close but I hadn't. And now look at me. I was free and my sight was back. So, that had worked out.

Trust. That was something to think about. I did trust Tyr. Somehow, when he was talking to me back in Medical I could just tell he was sincere. Neitzscheans didn't make a habit of wearing their hearts on their sleeves. I knew that much.

But at least, this one time, Tyr had. And that is why I knew he was sincere and I could trust him. He truly is a friend. If anything good had come out of this whole mess, finding that out was it.

If this plan of his worked… It would. It just had to.

I entered Dylan's quarters. He was still sleeping. Good. I injected him with the nanytes and waited for them to work. I hoped they would.

It seemed like a long time but in actual fact, I'm not sure how long it was before Dylan started to stir. I went over to him. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Beka?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"What happened?"

Oh, boy! How to answer that question? What to tell him? So many things had happened. Nothing was the same as it had been before I'd gone out on that mission. I had a gut feeling that even if we all survived this and Tyr's plan worked that things would be forever altered.

But I couldn't say all that to him. He was just getting over a serious illness. Not the time to dump stuff on him. Instead, I said, "You've been sick. Very, very sick. Almost dying kind of sick."

"That makes sense. I feel like death warmed over."

I had to laugh. "Well, the good news is you're looking better, so you must be on the mend. Those reprogrammed nanytes that the Gorgonyte gave to Tyr really did work."

Dylan got a horrified look on his face. "The Gorgonyte! But he's our enemy."

I sighed. The things that Tyr had said were making me rethink that. I can't say it was pleasant or that I liked it but it was true. There it was. "Not necessarily, Dylan. According to Tyr--."

"Tyr! But Tyr always has his own agenda. How can we even trust him?"

I sighed again. "Because we can. I know it. Deep down inside you know it too, I think. You're just a little off because of your recent illness. But we can trust Tyr. And things will all work out according to plan."

"Plan. What plan?"

"Tyr's plan. It's a good one and it'll work. You'll see." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself. Maybe the both of us.