So, quick note for this chapter: Lord Givellian is an antagonist from the comics who repeatedly schemes to become head of the Council of Light, if anyone wonders.

The dungeons fell quiet as night crept onto Solaria. Though the moon's light was just as out of reach for the wizards as the sun's, it was still evident. The guards changed, the day's soldiers heading off with weary yawns and drained gazes.

Ogron's own eyes began to droop, and he sank to curl up under the blankets, sighing softly at the relief of a place to rest his head other than a stone floor. Finally…finally he was looking at an actually decent night's sleep…

'Goodnight…' Anagan got up from where he'd been sitting on the end of Ogron's bed all day, finally giving some use to his own bed.

'Night.' Gantlos rolled over, having been convinced that staying awake all night keeping watch would just end with him passing out on the floor, and passing out on the floor did none of them any good.

'Goodnight…' Ogron settled down, starting to close his eyes. This place wan't so bad, really…a world away from Neruman's dungeons.

…Wait. …What was happening? The warm light shining through his eyelids, soft, reassuring, was…was dimming. His eyes shot open, and his heart sank. The guards, walking up and down the halls of the dungeon, were turning out the lights. One. By. One.

No! No no no no no…no, they couldn't do this, why would they do this, this was a prison, why would they deliberately reduce the visibility?! Prisoners could escape!

The darkness crept closer, closer, closer with every lamp turned out, every light snuffed out, and Ogron recoiled. No…no, he wouldn't be condemned to the darkness again! Every slithering shadow just looked like Neruman, his shadowy fingers reaching out to torment him.

A low whimper escaped his throat, and Anagan lifted his head from his pillow.

'…Ogron?'

'Make them stop…' His voice was hoarse with panic, and he buried his face in his pillow so he wouldn't have to see the darkness take him over. He dragged in rough, ragged breaths, repeating over and over that this was Solaria, Neruman wasn't here, his friends were here, he wasn't alone. He wasn't chained, he wouldn't be beaten, he was fine…he was fine…if he was fine, why couldn't he breathe?

'Ogron…' He almost screamed to feel a hand on his arm, then relaxed as soon as he realised it was Anagan. 'Ogron, it's okay…it's okay, what's wrong?'

'…I…it…it…' Ogron couldn't force the words out. Couldn't make himself admit that he…he was…now he was…scared of the dark. Like…like a small child insisting he sleep with the lights on, ugh, this was humiliating! And made all the worse by the fact he couldn't actually sleep with the lights on, the guards most certainly wouldn't listen to him.

'…It's dark,' he whispered, hating the words leaving his lips. To his eternal credit, Anagan said nothing on the stupidity of the fear, from a dark wizard of all people.

'…Ah…'

'…I hate it…'

'Would…it help if I stayed with you?' Anagan asked softly, staying quiet so as not to disturb Gantlos, who was now snoring away, exhausted from his constant vigilance.

'…You need sleep too…'

'I'll sleep sitting up, I'll be fine. You need some sleep, okay? I'll be right here, no matter what…'

Ogron managed to draw a deep, shaky breath. '…You promise?'

'I promise.' Anagan stroked his hair and, though Ogron's heart still sped up at the thought of opening his eyes and seeing the inky black void, he managed to relax, just a tad. A tad more. His breathing steadied and evened out, and he drifted into an admittedly fitful sleep. His mind offered several wisps of nightmares and distress, but every time they spoke up, Anagan shushed them into silence, shooing them from Ogron's mind and leaving him sleeping serenely through the night.

'…Why are we all here becoming complicit in a crime?' Flora asked, nervously watching Tecna hack her way through the best firewalls in the dimension.

'I don't know why you guys are here, I'm waiting on some embarrassing pictures of the Council wizards,' Musa replied, kicking back on the giant bed that was standard in all guest rooms on Solaria. The whole group had stuck around to help calm the people and be there for Stella as she heaped yet more problems on herself in trying to help the wizards and apparently, uncover mass corruption in the government. Second Sun she missed when they just fought high school mean girl war criminals and everything was simpler…

'Musa!' Flora turned bright red, horrified at the idea of using a crime to do something so illicit. 'That's so mean.'

'What?' Roxy, firmly camped out in case this happened to bring up any intel on the location of Balazar and her mother's necklace, snickered. 'That sounds like fun.'

'We are committing a serious breach of government security, could you two please take this seriously?' Aisha snapped, pacing back and forth in much the same way as she had been for the past three hours. It was pretty obvious that she didn't really want to be partaking in a task with the primary purpose of keeping the wizards out of Omega, but she also didn't want to be left out. And, behind all the justified rage, Stella knew there was part of her that didn't want to see the wizards fall back into Neruman's hands after what Stella had told the other Winx. It was as Ogron had said in Omega: she wasn't evil enough for true vengeance. And while the words had been intended as an insult, Stella simply saw them as the beautiful truth that her friend was too good a person to ever revel in another's pain.

Musa and Roxy both rolled their eyes, but mumbled apologies and settled back into quiet chit chat and phone scrolling as Tecna continued.

'So…' their only way into Lightrock began, not glancing up from the garbled string of numbers and letters on her screen. 'What am I looking for?'

'I'm not sure…' Stella sighed, sitting in the second chair next to the desk to stare into the void of data. 'Just…suspicious stuff. Proof there's corruption. Anything at all that can get them investigated, and give us good reason not to hand the wizards over, or else we're basically just putting them back into the hands of a psychopath.'

'So…you have no real directive on what I'm looking for. Just…hack, and hope.'

Stella nodded awkwardly. 'Yep…hack and hope, T.'

There was an aggrieved cough from the computer screen, and tiny head of blue hair poked its way out of the display. 'You're in my seat.'

'Oh! Sorry, Digit.' Stella quickly stood, allowing Tecna's pixie to come sag onto the chair cushion, looking absolutely zonked.

'You find anything?' Tecna asked, glancing away for her pixie.

Digit shook her head, sighing. 'No…that firewall is strong. All I have are basic dates for public celebrations, and those are all being released in a few days anyway.' She patted out a small blaze on her sleeve. 'That firewall set me on fire!' Calling Digit in had seemed like it might perhaps be more useful when they'd done it. A pixie that could enter the computer and have a look around. Turned out, she couldn't go any further than Tecna hacked.

'Digit, I think I have a breach…' Tecna muttered, and Digit perked up. 'Can you go back in and get through? Set up a magical connection, it'll help me get through if it mends itself…'

Digit shot into the screen, and, as Stella squinted, she shoved herself through a small hole in the code, the gap snapping shut a moment later.

'Just in time…' Tecna smirked as the code flashed purple and blue for a moment, before yielding to her technological ministrations. 'We're in.'

'No way!' Stella shrieked with excitement, hugging Tecna so tight so almost cut off her air supply. 'Tec, you're a genius!'

'Yes.' Tecna extricated herself, a small smile playing on her lips. 'I am. You would all be lost without me.' They so would be.

'So, what've you got?' Roxy asked, crossing the room to squint at the screen. 'I still just see…programming.'

'Yeah…I still gotta decrypt this.'

'Okay, and how long will that-'

'Done.' Sometimes Tecna scared them all. 'Okay…we're into the classified files now. Also the computer system, I can get into anyone's computer.'

'Do the computers first,' Bloom suggested. 'People aren't gonna put illegal activities into their classified files, but they'll sure as hell have evidence on their computer.'

'Okay…' Tecna scrolled through the various breaches of personal privacy that she could now make. 'Whose computer first?'

The Winx didn't even have to think, answering in unison. 'Givellian.' The number of times that guy had undermined them or the Council, but in a way just sneaky enough so they couldn't make it stick…even if he wasn't a traitor, they all hoped to god he was. Even Roxy pitched in after the debacle with the dinosaur when she'd first visited the Fortress of Light.

'You got it…password…'

'You want me to activate the breaking software?' Digit asked, poking her head out of the screen, and Tecna snickered.

'Nah…I got it.' After a few moments of thought, she tried a few combinations, bursting out laughing when she got it right.

'What?' Stella leaned in, staring at the apparently funny asterisks on the screen. 'What's so funny?'

'His password is 'beardsupremacy',' Tecna laughed, and, despite the serious crime they were all committing, every girl in the room dissolved into hysterics.

'How did you even guess that?' Bloom giggled, and Tecna smirked in her all-knowing sort of way.

'Don't ask questions, Bloom…okay, I tried hacking his computer at the Fortress once because I was bored, I got as far as 'supremacy' before he came back and I pretended to be lost.' Oh boy did that sound like Tecna. Their badass, rule breaking nerd.

Tecna was in, scrolling through boring notifications and a lot of advertisements for beard care (apparently this guy had interests outside trying to grab for power). 'Okay…' Tecna went very quiet for a moment, eyes narrowed like a hawk, before jumping up in delight. 'Eureka!'

'What?! What is it?!' Stella demanded, trying to see.

'Look what he's been looking at.' Tecna waved a hand at the screen, showing off a very clear picture of the necklace they'd all spent the last few months searching for.

'Mom's necklace!' Roxy was practically climbing into the screen after Digit, eyes wide and desperate. 'Tecna, why is he looking at that?!'

'Calm down!' Aisha interjected before everyone could throw a 'we've totally got him!' party. 'The news of the wizards and the necklace isn't a secret, he could have been looking at the necklace in response to the search for Balazar.'

'Good point…' Tecna tapped a few keys, and smirked. 'Oh…oh, this is good…he was looking at this back a few weeks before the wizards stole it.'

Stella squealed with excitement and not a small amount of relief. Though she was loathe to admit it after having stood so firmly on believing Ogron, she had honestly held doubts about his story about the Council having moles. How could she not? She wasn't a dummy. She was a good judge of character, but she'd been wrong before. About Ogron specifically. So her trust in humanity did a little dance of celebration at the realisation that an esteemed member of the Council of Light probably was a traitor! Then it realised a member of the government was helping a war criminal and wasn't quite sure how to feel here. But on the plus side, at least it wasn't anyone she liked that was maybe betraying them all.

'What else you got?' Musa was sitting up straight now, very much invested. 'He doesn't have an email to '@NerumanLordofEvil', does he?'

Tecna rolled her eyes. 'No, of course not. The Dark Dimension doesn't have email.'

'What, but the email address is plausible?'

'Who can fathom the minds of evil?' Bloom quipped.

'A criminal psychologist or a therapist?' Tecna pitched, and Stella quietly wondered if she should send one of them to see the wizards. Ogron looked like a wreck…which was kinda expected after the hell Neruman had presumably put him through. Yeah, maybe she'd call a psychiatrist…or a psychologist…what was the difference? Maybe she'd just call one of each, and they could explain it.

'Okay, Tec…' Stella hopped up on the desk, since Digit was rather territorial over her chair. 'We need to go deeper. Find us some proof.'

Tecna threw back an entire can of energy drink and dove into it, her fingers flying in that incredibly fast way Stella always saw in movies, but didn't know actual humans could achieve. Information was brought up and discarded, tossed aside into the trash can of irrelevance. Digit zipped from file to file, burying her head inside and popping up with a shake of her head, diving right on to the next.

There were muffled sounds of celebration, and Digit surfaced, a bundle of digital files in hand.

'Look! Look! Tecna, look!'

A cursor clicked on the little pieces of paper, enlarging them into…what looked like a…a shipping order? Stella was about to suggest that maybe, just maybe, Digit was overtired, until her gaze caught on the item being requested. It was a special order to a jewel smith Stella hadn't heard of (and she'd heard of most every person to touch a gemstone in the dimension), giving specifications for a jewelled necklace, turquoise, with long strings of crystals, susceptible to taking on an enchantment. Underneath was a picture. A picture of Morgana's necklace.

'…I think we just found some proof,' Roxy muttered, eyes narrowed.

'Yeah!' Stella punched the air, elated. 'We just found a way to take down the government! Another Winx Club victory! We should celebrate!'

'Stella, you still have to take this to your father.' Aisha just had to crush her mood.

Stella groaned, waiting as Tecna sent her everything she'd found. 'Can we not just take five minutes to jump around shrieking?'

'Afterwards, Stell.' Aisha chivvied her out of the room and into the dim hallway, quiet as the moon shone through the crystal windows. Looked like they'd been pulling an all-nighter…

Stella took a deep breath, looking down at the file on her phone screen. The proof…or at least the start of it…that Ogron wasn't lying. This was gonna go a long way towards keeping him and the others out of Omega. Speaking of which…

'…You're really okay with this?'

Aisha glanced to her, confused. 'Okay with what? Exposing a conspiracy?'

'No…' Stella met her gaze, refusing to back away from how awkward this conversation was set to be. '…With me advocating for the wizards. I…I know what they did, I know…I know you hate them.'

Aisha sighed, the hours of missed sleep suddenly very evident on her face. '…Yeah. Yeah, I do, and I'm never gonna stop, not really. Ogron took my chance at saving my fiance, saving the man I loved…and I can't see a real reason he did it other than revenge. That's not a person I can forgive…but…'

'But?'

Aisha leaned up against the window, staring out at the moon, her eyes distant. 'But he was right. I'm not evil enough to hurt people, or let them get hurt, just to soothe my own pain. Call it a character flaw, weaknesss, strength in compassion, I don't care, I just…I don't - I can't - be okay with hurting people or letting them get hurt. Not if I can stop it. Nabu…wouldn't have wanted his memory to end in bloodshed, and…' She sighed, hugging her arms around herself. '…In the end…in the end, I think Ogron let Nabu die because Nabu killed Duman. Nabu didn't have a choice, the guys told me that, but I don't think it mattered to him, he wouldn't have known anyway, and…that violence, that death…it just lead to more. And if I'd taken vengeance on Ogron…I'd just have willingly stepped into that cycle. It only stops when someone says no, when they refuse to let their pain become a weapon. I don't want it going any further than me, I don't want my hate to cloud my judgement, I don't want it to lead to injustice or suffering. That's not what a queen does…it's not what a guardian fairy does…' She glanced back to Stella, her gaze clear and certain. '…And it's not what a Winx does.'

Stella's heart melted, and she tackled Aisha in a hug. 'Has anyone ever told you Andros is damn lucky to have you as a future queen?'

'Yes, but tell me again. This is right but it's not easy, an ego boost is always nice.'

Stella snickered. 'Andros is damn lucky to have you as a future queen.' She kept it up as they walked down the corridor, until Aisha was giggling and telling her to stop, someone was gonna hear the princess wandering down the corridor repeating compliments like a broken record. In response, Stella upped the volume, earning a hand over her mouth and a reminder that people were sleeping, shh!

They reached Stella's father's study, where he sat up as always, his only companions Father Time, a mountain of work, and the assistant he was nice enough to pretend he wasn't also dating to spare Stella's feelings. Or maybe so he and Luna wouldn't get into a thing…but Stella liked to imagine it was all for her.

'Daddy?' She knocked, walking on in anyway. 'Hey…we have something we need to show you.'

'Hm?' Radius glanced up from the mound of paperwork, frowning in confusion. 'What is it?'

Stella handed him her cellphone, the ultimate gesture of trust between any young woman and her father. 'Tecna hacked the Fortress of Light-'

'Tecna did what?! Stella, that's-!'

'Not important, she found these files on the computer of Lord Givellian, one of the higher ups.'

Radius looked like he wanted to continue the conversation about the highly illegal hacking, but humoured Stella, reading the files. As he went on, his eyes widened. He recognised the necklace. Knew what this meant.

'I know it's not enough to get him arrested or anything…' Stella began as her father stared off into space, his mind full of the implications that came if Ogron was actually telling the truth. 'But it's enough to get them investigated…and enough to justify the wizards being tried in our custody.'

'Yes…' her father mumbled, pressing his fingers to his temples to try and think. 'Yes, of course…the trial…the trial will certainly be here… Eos, contact Domino, Andros, Lynphea…contact everyone…'

'Even Eraklyon?'

Radius paused, his expression twisting at the idea of having a meeting with the arrogant windbag that was, regrettably, Bloom's future father-in-law. But a king had to do his job, so he nodded reluctantly. 'Yes…yes, contact Erendor. I need everyone either here or on a call in the next hour.'

'Of course, sir.' Eos hurried off to alert everyone to alert everyone that everyone had to be contacted, and Radius sagged down in his chair, suddenly looking very much his age.

'…I feel this would have been easier had he been lying and we could send him back to Omega.'

'Yes,' Aisha agreed. 'But he wasn't, and now we have serious problems.'

'But!' Stella just had to inject some bright side here. 'But! We now have a Council full of people that might know how to find Neruman! This is good! This is a good thing!'

Aisha and Radius looked set to argue, but Stella was having none of that. They were gonna find Neruman, defeat Neruman, get the necklace and boom! Everything was gonna be fine. Who knew, maybe if the Council stopped being corrupt, then they'd actually get a little help on future missions. That could be fun…hey, maybe then they wouldn't nearly die as much!

Ogron wasn't quite sure whether or not he was meant to talk at this upcoming trial. Or if Stella was their only line of defence. He hoped not…or did he hope so? He neither wanted to entrust his fate to his enemy, nor speak to an assembly of people that hated him. So, to be on the safe side, he'd been rehearsing a defence in his head. He'd also been having Anagan help him with the small issue of staying calm when his entire life was being laid out before him with varying levels of pain and punishment. He'd been planning to handle it on his own, but…well… He'd attempted to run through some aspects of the trial in his head, and then the cell had felt very small, the air had boiled, and his lungs had decide to go on an unplanned strike, leaving him struggling for breath and fighting to focus his mind on anything other than an eternity of ice.

And so, after helping him calm down, Anagan was now guiding him through some breathing exercises to prevent a full-blown panic attack in the courtroom. They probably wouldn't work, but being prepared had always calmed him down, and the calmer he went in, the calmer he came out. Probably. Possibly. Maybe. He hoped so.

'Okay…' Anagan began again for what had to be the fifteenth time, as the concept of slow, steady breathing seemed to evade Ogron any time Gantlos engaged in his assigned role of 'making the situation more realistic' so Ogron could 'better control his anxiety when faced with triggers'. So far, having Gantlos sit on the other bed and say 'Omega' a lot, was really unhelpful. Anagan and Gantlos both thought so, but Ogron was rather sinking into the delusion that all this might be helpful.

'So, breathe in through your nose…'

Ogron inhaled, slow, steady, everything was fine.

'Hold your breath…'

A comfortable silence.

'And exhale…'

'They might send us back to Omega.'

Exhaling…exhaling became slightly harder. He tried. He tried really, really hard! But that word…oh god, that word, those words, they set his heart racing and his mind spinning, and his lungs simply gave up and left him to struggle.

'This isn't working,' Gantlos announced bluntly as Anagan attempted to calm Ogron down. 'And I'm starting to feel like a really shitty friend sitting here and prodding his trauma.'

'This was my idea…' Ogron mumbled, sighing and brushing his hair back from his forehead, grimacing as he felt it was already damp with sweat. 'I don't have time to get this under control in what most would call a healthy fashion, so we're fast-tracking it.'

'That isn't a thing you can do,' Gantlos rebuffed, evidently coming close to the end of his tether with what was a frankly questionable idea at best.

'We won't know unless we succeed,' Ogron replied in his calmest voice, which was regrettably still a shaky, breathless whisper. 'Try again, I'll be calm.'

'Nope.' Gantlos crossed his arms and zipped his lips shut. 'I'm calling this ridiculous idea. You wanna work on breathing techniques, fine, good call, I don't see what breathing's gonna do but you wanna do it, fine. But whatever brain cells came up with this idea need to be taken out back and shot.'

Ogron was sorely tempted to argue. He might almost enjoy bickering back and forth, it was a comfortable dynamic they'd fallen into centuries ago. But he was too tired, too stressed about tomorrow. Everything Gantlos had said was true, they might send them back to Omega, and he wasn't sure how the hell he was going to stay calm in court if he couldn't stay calm on his bed with Gantlos, one of the people he trusted most, saying random scary sentences. He wanted to keep going, but honestly, this was making him feel like hell. But just practising the breathing exercises left his mind far too blank! And when his mind was blank, every fear in his psyche rushed to scribble all over it in a thousand shades of terror, and he came out of it shaking anyway. But they were in a cell, so it wasn't like there was anything else to do…

Dammit, he missed Duman. Duman would have been able to find a hundred different things to do in here. He'd have kept them all entertained and happy, and Ogron would have felt himself drift away from his anxiety to either laugh with him or chastise him for endangering them all in some fashion. Maybe both… He almost parted his lips to voice his thoughts, maybe start a conversation to distract them, then he caught sight of Gantlos, and the words died on his lips. No…no, he wouldn't say anything about Duman…Gantlos wouldn't want to talk about it, he'd just upset him…

'…What?' Gantlos raised an eyebrow, and Ogron realised he'd been staring at him.

'Oh…oh, um…nothing.' He looked away, turning his attention to the grooves he was twisting in his blanket with the slow, steady movements of his hands. He wished he could bring something to fidget with in the trial, it truly did help ground him.

'Not nothing, you're thinking something, don't just shut down on us.' Ironic, coming from a man who solemnly refused to open up on just about anything unless he snapped and shattered, but not the time to bring that up.

'…I…I was just thinking…' He glanced away, his voice trailing off into a mumble. '…That I miss Duman.'

Gantlos stiffened, and Ogron winced. There he went…

'…Yeah.'

Ogron looked up at the words. Gantlos was staring sadly down at the floor, but his lips twitched into a small, sad smile as he continued.

'This would be a helluva lot more interesting if he was here…'

'There's a good chance we'd already be out of here if he were here,' Anagan added, shaking his head. 'He'd make an explosive out of…out of…'

'The mortar, the bread from lunch and your hair,' Gantlos filled in, and Ogron snorted with laughter.

'I doubt Anagan's hair is all that volatile…' he snickered, the image refusing to get out of his mind.

'Also, how come it's my hair? Why not you guys'?' Anagan asked, looking mildly affronted.

'Anyone tries to explode my hair, I will end them,' Ogron said firmly, crossing his arms.

Anagan and Gantlos exchanged a glance, then dissolved into stifled laughter.

'What? I'm serious!'

'Of course.' Anagan cleared his throat, schooling his expression into one of calmness and a total lack of amusement. 'Of course, deadly serious.'

Ogron felt his heart twinge at seeing the laughter fall from Anagan's face, and he wanted to see it return more than anything. His lips twitched, and he snickered, the sound inviting Anagan's own amusement right back.

'Okay…okay, I suppose that was a tad ridiculous…' he acknowledged, smiling as Anagan chuckled right along with him.

Gantlos, meanwhile, hadn't bothered to school his laughter, still snickering under his breath. It was the first time Ogron had actually heard him laugh in…well, since Omega, since Neruman, since Duman. Duman had always been the one of them with a true talent for drawing out Gantlos's laughter, but…since he was no longer there…what would he want them to do?

Ogron met Anagan's gaze, jerking his head at Gantlos. Anagan quirked an eyebrow, though nodded after a second.

'You know…' Ogron started, recalling all Duman's best tricks for getting a real laugh out of Gantlos. Insulting people with a hefty dose of sarcasm was always top. That, and tickling him in the one secret spot that was actually ticklish, but only Duman knew where that was.

'Hm?' Gantlos glanced up, and Ogron continued.

'I bet Nebula will be mad we're in custody here. You know, since she's a controlling maniac whose only purpose in life is to settle grudges and start wars.'

'And then fail to do either of those things,' Anagan added. Gantlos hid an amused smile, smirking away at the slander.

'You think it bugs her that she tried so, so hard to defeat us, and her centuries-long goal was accomplished by some teenagers?'

'Oh, definitely. Gotta sting.'

'Perhaps if she'd had an uncreatively-named transformation…' Ogron mused. 'Nothing wins a fight like having a pair of wings magically gifted to you to accomplish your exact, specific goals at that moment in time…defeat the wizards-ix…take revenge-ix…open a jar-ix…' There it was!

Gantlos snorted, laughing into his hands, shoulders shaking slightly, and Ogron and Anagan high-fived. Duman had taught them well.

'Well, our work here is done…' Ogron announced, leaning back against the wall.

'Hi, Gantlos's laugh.' Anagan waved, making Gantlos hide a fresh bout of laughter. 'We missed you.'

'Yes, you two are very funny, well done…'

'We sure think so.' Ogron grinned at him, and Gantlos smirked.

'Hi, Ogron's smile. We missed you, too.'

'Thank you. It missed you too.' Actually smiling was, as strange as it sounded, now rather a foreign feeling. Not in a bad way, just in a…a strange way. Like his face had been unprepared for a return to such a happy, relaxed emotion, and had to scramble to remember how it was supposed to react. He honestly rather liked it. He'd asked himself it he could heal, maybe this was part of it. He liked healing.

'So, this a nicer way to spend your afternoon than making me take a hammer to your mental state?' Gantlos asked, and Ogron had to confess it was.

'…Yes.'

'There we go. Let's not do that again, okay?' Anagan asked.

Ogron nodded, allowing himself a slight sigh. '…Yeah. Yeah, let's not. It won't help in the trial anyway.'

'Look, just…just try not to think about the trial, okay?' Anagan suggested. 'Just keep your mind off it, get some decent sleep tonight, and remember we are right with you, okay?'

Ogron took a deep breath. They were right there with him. They'd stay right there with him. He knew that…they hadn't left his side when he'd asked them to, they wouldn't leave, no matter what. He'd be okay. He'd be okay.