Arrow Lake It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is

He couldn't understand him, right? But in a way, it seemed like he did. Verx stared wide-eyed, slack-jawed, as the boy cooed, then his maw burst into a wide smile. My little gona, he whispered in Trig, twisting his head to take the boy into the warm shelter of his scarred neck. My handsome little son.

Vercingetorix often had wondered in the days following the fight why he'd been spared from death's embrace. Now he understood. To not have Drago, Isi. . . He couldn't imagine. They had brought a newfound light into his life, and this was coming from a man who didn't put much stock into cliche bullshit like that. They were simply perfect.