"Young Dante, how did we do?" Omari asked, his voice deep, dark, and extremely grating to the ears.
The darkness of space peeled back at the mere sound of his voice.
"Grandpa Omari, you guys did magnificently. I was honestly surprised; I thought Grandpa Momon here was all talk and no bite," I replied, withdrawing my protective aura from the bodies of Sana and Aunt V.
"Oii!! Who the hell do you think you're talking about? I've been meaning to get my hands on that traitorous coward forever, and now, finally, I am satisfied," Momon snorted, clear ecstasy in his voice.
"So! COOOLLLL!!!!" Lucien jumped out of Aunt V's embrace as he tumbled hopelessly through the empty region of space, trying and failing to rush toward me.
"Big… big brother!!" He panicked, his arms flailing like a helpless duck.
"Haa… at least think it through before getting all excited." I let out a long breath, stretching out a hand and pulling the kid toward me with a wave.
