Beelaques, in all her godly indifference, took a seat beside Han. Already, the reddened bruises on her neck were beginning to heal, and for a flicker of an instant, Han wondered if he too had been corrupted with this healing factor.
"The hive has chosen wrongly," she said, words as plain and blank as her expression. "I've sifted through your memories," she continued, plucking a flower from the ground beside her. "Your life was one of a drone, not a sovereign."
Han shifted an inch away from her. Confused and distraught as he was, this creature was still the same one that had murdered Chul. And for that, he would not forgive her. However, logic told him that now was the time to listen. He felt... no knew, the journey ahead would not provide answers as readily as she would.
And so, he held his tongue, watching as Beelaques plucked the petals from the flower with her two too many hands.
"But the hive has chosen you nonetheless. And such is the will of the world."
