" Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. "

-Ecclesiastes 4:9, Romans 12:10

(THE NEXT DAY: ROUEN, FRANCE, 5:30 PM)

Leaving the Quinjet and waving goodbye to the pilots, the Methu-Selah and his family had reached the old mansion where Amnon and Carol resided for two years. The planted trees and vegetables grew. They saw a few groups of people who brought their children inside. Some had finished washing their clothes for they had seen the sun setting down from the horizon.

Entering the mansion, Amnon recognized the other elderly couple who helped the residents. A long haired mutant wearing a leather brown jacket talked to a bald elderly man. Just beside him was his dark haired woman with a bun. On the other side of the room, there was another elderly man with glasses holding a bowl of salad along with his blonde companion with six horns on her head. Seeing the same people living in the mansion, Amnon widened his eyes to his amazement and realized that his old friends were still alive despite his absence for nearly a year.

His father sensed his son's mind, looked at him, and asked, " Amnon, do you feel nostalgic? "

" Master, what do you mean by that? " the young pink Kree replied.

" You're recognizing and remembering these people in this place, just like you have encountered the others back in Brussels. "

" Oh, right. "

" Well, why not try approaching and chatting with them? " Carol suggested.

" Mom, I don't think they can hardly recognize me, " Amnon nervously chuckled.

" Nonsense! " she laughed. " We have already told them what you are now when you're away. "

Amnon raised his eyebrows in disbelief at his mother and father and wryly grinned, " You guys gotta be kidding me. Are you really sure?! "

" Of course, my boy! " Methu-Selah gently slapped his son's back and chuckled. " Come on, you try to approach them! "

" But master..."

" Don't be shy, come on..."

Amnon took a deep breath and composed his thoughts before approaching his old friends. Methu-Selah and Carol gave him an assuring look to pacify his sudden hesitation. The young pink Kree man waited for their attention when the long haired Remnite mutant finished talking and turned his sight to the newcomers.

" Wait, is that?! " he gasped to his surprise.

" Gladius, it's him! He's with Carol and Methu! " his wife joyfully exclaimed. " It's him! "

" Woah, woah, Aqune, slow down! We haven't met this young man before, " Gladius interjected and looked at Amnon in suspicion. " We're not even sure if..."

" Gladius, you dummy! It's Methu and Carol's boy! He's here, the one you met back in Alaska! Oh, can't you even remember what we had talked about several months ago?! "

" Wait, what?! " the Remnite mutant began to remember the conversation, intently glared at the blond visitor, and then to his parents. " Those eyes look familiar! They remind me of that hybrid and the Kree Eternal Methu-Selah! Wait, no tail, scales, scars,or spikes? But you have inherited Old Methu's appearance and physique. The blonde hair and the smile, you have got that from Captain Marvel herself! "

" Good evening, Commander Fernal, " Amnon politely broke his silence and gave him a salute. " I still remember you back in Alaska! "

Gladius widened his eyes in shock and smiled, hearing the response. He looked at Carol and her boyfriend and asked, " Is he the one who told us about? "

" Gladius, he is! " Carol chuckled.

" My! I can't believe it! " the long haired mutant exclaimed and glanced at his wife. " Aqune, you're right! It's him! "

" I told you! " Aqune laughed and then turned to Amnon. " Hello, there! "

" Hi, " Amnon shyly greeted and chuckled. " It's been a while since I had gone. Mom and my master decided to pay a visit to my old home before returning to Paris. "

" Oh, right, " Gladius nodded and gently patted the young Kree's back. " There's a lot to talk about along with you and your family. By the way, Dr. Vandark and Ilyana want to see you too. "

" Really? "

" They do, " the elderly long haired mutant turned to the other elderly couple and called. " Jusis, Ilyana! Look, who do we have here? "

The bespectacled elderly man and his mutant girlfriend paused their work in the dining area where they were assisting the residents for their dinner. Jusis Vandark held another bowl of salad which he and Ilyana had prepared and was surprised to see the three visitors. Amnon and his parents shared glances and waited for them to respond.

" Gladius, Aqune, is that really him? " Vandark curiously asked and raised his eyebrows.

" Of course, he is! " Gladius exclaimed and nodded. " Why don't you talk to them, right now?! "

" I don't understand, " Ilyana replied and intently stared at Amnon. " How is this possible? Is this really, Svet the Lizard? "

" It's a body transfer where Svet had gained his new body like I explained before, " the Kree Eternal answered and placed his left hand on his son's shoulders. " Perhaps, it's up to you if you can still call him his Russian nickname. "

" Svet... I mean Amnon, " the elderly Russian mutant smiled and looked at the pink Kree and then to his father. " You really look like Old Methu-Selah. "

" A lot of people are telling me that, " Amnon chuckled.

" Anyways, we're having dinner with the rest of our fellow residents here, " Aqune reminded. " I think it's best if we can continue talking while eating. Is that okay with you all? "

Amnon heard the suggestion, grew his smile from ear to ear, and turned to his parents. His sense of nostalgia had become dominant when he missed experiencing his daily life in his previous home for a couple of years. Methu-Selah and Carol shared glances and smiled at each other.

" Well, son. It's adjourned, " the Kree Eternal replied in approval.

" We surely miss spending our time here, " Carol added.

" Boy, this is great! " Amnon happily exclaimed and turned to Aqune. " We're willing to spend the night here. Thank you."

" Oh, good! " Aqune agreed. " Let's talk more over dinner. "

After eating and discussing their lives over dinner, Vandark invited Amnon into his laboratory at the mansion's basement. He recalled that day when he got himself into the chamber and discovered his Kree powers. Amnon looked around and noticed the changes which he saw there were new equipment and more supplies. The transformational chamber was no longer functional as it remained silently standing.

Just then, a living ancient Asian armor looked intently at the young pink Kree and made a hand gesture of surprise and disbelief. Vandark turned his attention to the armor and scratched his bearded chin before he could respond.

" Bladeus, it's really him, " Vandark answered. " He has a new body! "

Bladeus heard the paranormal scientist and instantly and tightly hugged Amnon. The armor was very joyful even though he could never communicate verbally. Amnon became uneasy and nervously grinned for this encounter.

" Dr. Vandark, why is he doing that? " the Kree asked, trying to break free from the armor.

" He's absolutely thrilled to meet you again, Amnon! " Vandark laughed. " He cannot believe that you don't have scales like in your previous form. He says that he's very glad to see you in your new body. "

" Oh, that, " Amnon chuckled as Bladeus parted his arms. " It's a long story! I have been talking to Gladius, Aqune, and anyone else. "

Bladeus signed as he was asking a question to both Amnon and Vandark. The two men waited for him to finish when the paranormal scientist composed his thoughts to translate the signs into a verbal question.

" Another question from Bladeus. How come you have a new body? Where did you get that? " he asked.

Amnon's face became puzzled and crossed his arms. Remembering the day at the MTF Facility in Paris, he saw his new body inside the large cylindrical glass containment cell full of water. Kai and the French MTF scientists reminded him of what to expect in his body, but they never explained where his new vessel had come from. He looked below and deeply thought.

" I just really don't know, Dr. Vandark, " he sighed and broke his silence. " At first, I never realized that, but my master told me this new body is a gift. The people behind it never explained it to me. "

Bladeus curiously looked at Amnon as he heard it. Vandark signed at the armor to get his current documents to review which he had to study. Bladeus nodded and began searching the file cabinets.

" I see. "

" I really thank them for what they did. "

" Indeed, it is. This is really fascinating to see you in this new form. Definitely, it suits you more for your aura and personality than in your old form. Your parents have been so happy to see you that way, " Old Vandark commented and scratched his chin while holding a folder which Bladeus had given to him.

" Parents? I have already met my mother before, " Amnon curiously repeated the words from the elder paranormal scientist and crossed his arms. Then, he sadly sighed, " But I don't know who my real father is. "

" Have you asked your mother about it? "

" I did, yesterday when we were in Belgium. She never answered my question. "

Vandark placed the folder down on the table, sat down on his chair, and replied, " I think she knows of it, but she's just waiting for the right time to tell you. Another question, did anyone tell you that you resemble someone else? "

" Recently, everyone says that I really look like my master Old Methu-Selah and partly from my mother, " Amnon raised his hand in interjection. " When I was in my Kree-682 hybrid form, a lot of people had told me that I got Old Methu-Selah's face. "

" Yes, it is pretty obvious, Amnon. I have noticed that from the first day I met you. "

" I still have a lot of questions which I am looking for answers to discover. I really don't understand. When are they going to tell me? "

Vandark remembered that night when Carol spoke of the Project Marvel and his visit to the Parisian Foundation facility, meeting with Skoúro Valour and Dr. Valery Fedorov. From there, he got to learn of Amnon's new body. This time, he realized that the project was a fulfillment, however he didn't want to confuse and overthink the young pink Kree's mind. Amnon waited for his old friend to answer and looked at him with concern.

" It will take a long time for them to explain about it, Amnon. It should be coming from them, not from me, " he calmly said and smiled. " I understand you deserve the truth. Eventually, they will disclose that to you. "

" I guess so, " Amnon nodded and yawned, closing his mouth.

" I am sure they will, " Vandark assured and noticed Amnon becoming sleepy. " I think it's past your bedtime, young one. You need to go to sleep. "

" Thanks for your time. Goodnight, Dr. Vandark. "

" Goodnight, Amnon. See you tomorrow. "

Going upstairs and to his bedroom, Amnon removed his shoes and gloves. He smiled and sighed in relief when he missed lying down on his bed ever since he was a Kree-SCP 682 hybrid. The pink Kree instantly jumped on his comfortable bed which remained untouched and spotless. He threw his body and sunk himself on the mattress and pillows. He felt comfortable and peaceful as he readied himself for slumber. Suddenly, he heard a loud knock on the door and stood up. Amnon instantly opened it and saw his parents.

" Can we come in? " Carol asked and held a glass of water for her son.

" Sure, " he nodded and let them enter his room.

Methu-Selah and his girlfriend entered the room. The elderly half-Kree lady placed the drink on her son's bedside. Amnon returned to his bed and sat down. Looking intently at his parents, he pondered and began to formulate some questions from his mind. Suddenly, he yawned and covered his mouth.

" Son, you had an entire day, " the Kree Eternal said and secretly read Amnon's mind. " I know you have a ton of questions for me and your mother. "

" Yeah, " Amnon nodded and leaned his back on a pillow. " I wish we had more time to talk, but it's getting late. "

" Kid, we really want to spend more time, but you need to count some sheep, " Carol replied. " Anyways, we still have more time to do that tomorrow before returning to Paris. "

" Fair enough, " the young pink Kree smiled and lied down, tucking himself with a blanket. " Goodnight, mom. Goodnight, master. "

Carol kissed her son's cheeks. Then, Methu-Selah gently rubbed his young one's head. Amnon yawned and closed his eyes when the light was turned off.

(Gladius and Aqune Fernal belongs toKnightfall077)

(Jusis Vandark belongs to valorithsaga)