...She deduced, voice lowering, this has to do with Gloria. Which
means your mission has to do with Red. She closed her eyes.Zim
growled, Stop making your brain-meats work smart! You know none of
this, it is a secret mission you know nothing about! And furthermo--He
was caught off guard by a gentle hug from behind. Bending his antenna
backward, he felt smooth, unbraided hair. He melted in the embrace,
as Della looked on, tiredly.You
have to go? To protect? Mikko whispered sadly.Yes,
he responded, Zim must go.Youll
come back soon? Sooner?As
soon as I can, and much sooner than before.There
was a moments silence before she asked, Whats brother
in your language?Startled,
Zim twisted around to face her. Why? His mind scrambled to come
up with the equivalent. Familial terms such as that had been buried
through years of single-minded training. I... I think... Bray...
Braysh... no, no, Braesur. Thats it, Braesur.Braser,
She tried, uncertainly.No,
fixed him with her dark brown stare. Those words in your language,
they have more meaning than in mine. She held him tightly again.
Braesur. Then she released him, and slipped out of the room,
leaving him staring after her.He
turned to Della as she cleared her throat.Just...