“But the whole point of their smuggling operation,” Marasi said, “is to get weaponsoutof Elendel. They don’t haveanytrouble giving weapons to the people inside Elendel.”
They sat in silence, considering. Wax glanced at Steris, who shook her head. No thoughts at the moment. Finally, he returned the book to Marasi. As Allik continued distributing pastries, Wax went over to Wayne, who had uncharacteristically passed up a mug of chocolate. Allik handed it to Wax instead.
“Hey,” Wax said to Wayne. “How much health do you have stored up? I might need your help with some experiments today.”
“Sorry, mate,” he said. “I gots anappointment.”
“You’re not going to get into trouble, are you?”
“The reverse,” Wayne proclaimed, then checked his pocket watch. Which was one of Wax’s. “Actually, I gotta get moving. I don’t wanna get shot for arriving late.”
“A moment, Wayne?” MeLaan said.
“I really—” he began.
“It’s important. Very important.”
Wayne wilted, then nodded, his eyes sorrowful. Wax gripped his shoulder, as if to impart some strength. This had been coming. MeLaan was a wanderer.
Wayne and MeLaan left, and Wax tried to focus on the wonderful gift Marasi had brought him. A whole trellium spike.
“I,” he said, “am going to need mygoggles.”
12
Wayne sometimes pretended he was a hero. Some rusting old figure from the stories, off on some nonsense quest about slaying a monster or traveling to Death’s domain.
Lately it was hard to wear that hat. Especially when the truth stared him in the face every time he looked in a mirror. He’dmade a whole career out of pretending. People just thought it was a talent. They never asked what he was hiding from.
Today, he’dhave given almost anything to be someone else. MeLaan, wearing that fetching body—they were all fetching, honestly—led him through the entry hall to a small private sitting room on the other side. He made a swipe for his lucky hat, hanging on the wall outside the room, as they passed. But he missed it.
Inside, she sat him down in an overstuffed chair that made him feel like a child. Didn’t help that she was as tall as Wax was, in that body. Then she took his hand and crouched down, meeting his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Wayne,” she said softly. “I need to leave you. Today. It’s over. I tried to prepare you for this… but it was probably more painful to string it out, wasn’t it?”
“Dunno,” he said. “Never had my heart broke before. So I ain’t got no experience.”
She winced. “Wayne…”
“Sorry,” he said. “You gotta do your thing. I know that. A fellow doesn’tdate an immortal agent of God himself without suspectin’ that one day he’ll take second place to the fellow what glows.” Wayne frowned. “Does he glow?”
“I thought,” she said, squeezing his hand, “that there would be fewer attachments with you.”
“Where’dyou get that idea?” he asked. “I get so attached, I wind up with all sorts of things what don’t belong to me.”
She grimaced.
“Was it… nothing to you, then?” he asked. “Six years?”
“It wasn’t nothing,” she said. “Just… not what it was to you. I know I should have expected that. TenSoon warned me, Ulaam warned me. Mortals see time differently. Theytoldme. I’m sorry, Wayne.”
“You ain’t gotta apologize for somethin’ youdon’tfeel, MeLaan,” Wayne said. “It ain’t your fault.”
It’s mine.
“I…askedfor this mission,” she admitted. “Because I realized I was leading you on, and I knew the longer it went, the more painful it would be to break off. That’s why I can’t stay and help. I’ve got to go now. Before I lose my nerve.”
“Would that… be so bad?”