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“Give me some space here a moment,” you said to the girls, “Let me get this done before anything else.” Grabb had been the one to say that the dead could afford to be patient, but he’d said plenty of things, and as considered, this was for yourself. “Good thing I can’t be late to at least one thing anymore, eh? Heh.” You conversed under your breath, “I don’t know if you’re still waiting on being judged, or if they’ve got you stuck waiting, but either way, I hope you’re getting the treatment you deserve. If there’s any agreement on this continent on anything, it’s that the Judge loves heroes…” You looked back some to Eidan and Linda, to make sure they weren’t tearing each other’s throats out. “If only you were back here. Probably sick of me sayin’ this, but I’d have at least one less woman after me.” You chuckled to yourself, remembering a story. “Remember when we finally got you laid, after Grabb went? Got you hooked up with the finest, sweetest lady of the night I knew, Kitty Cake. Thirty something, not burned out yet. Remember, Douran, how you did her and she quit the night life a couple days after? What did you have hiding down there, huh? Hah… Not just a doughy faced four eyes when the chips are down.”
The lovely doxy had never told you exactly why, but it wasn’t a bad reason. Dolcherr didn’t tell you either, scolding you for expecting him to boast like you often did at the time. Still, though. Where it mattered most, in the heart and mind, he was a man every woman should have desired.
“I’ve been behaving myself,” you related, “Tested out a new Luftpanzer today, tricked out with every gadget that money can be wasted on. Don’t have to worry about jumping out of planes anymore, they can just put us down in the gliders, and we can roll out ready to fight. Imagine, Douran, if we had those that night? We’d have gone down in history as legends, for the ass kicking we’d have brought down. I’m sure you’d have gotten a kick out of it. Wish you were here for it.”
You stood, and beckoned to Linda, motioned for her to hand over your son. With a sweep of your arm, you held Eike in both hands, even though he babbled protest and reached for Linda as you took him off, you distracted him with a tickle before sitting back down with Dolcherr.
“The secret’s out, buddy,” you said to the grave, “I mean, you knew, but I wanted to keep it close to my chest ‘cause…I’m not sure, really. Wasn’t about plenty of things. Here he is, though. Eike Douran. His mother’s the one who named him, guess she was considerate to me and you, though. Even though you never met her. I don’t think you’d have approved. Always wanted me to go after Linda.” You wiggled Eike’s ear in his hood, “I know who he thinks mommy is, that’s for sure.”
