The cabin by the lake was a perfect place to raise a child. Luke grew fast, much faster than a human child and, by the time he was seven years old, Sys was taking him hunting in the woods and plains around the cabin, bringing back all kinds of animals, which he and Luke ate raw and Dee turned into pies and stews.
Sys turned out to be extremely creative and made all kinds of items, which they sold in the nearby town, to supplement the small income Dee received from investing the money he'd received over the years from people he'd helped. Luke, too, liked to make things, although he preferred to use the skin, fur, bones and teeth of the animals they hunted, to make bags, belts and items of jewellery. In this way they lived very well.
Over those seven years, three other escapees from the research centre turned up on their doorstep and they helped them to recover, grow strong and move on. Sys was particularly affected by the stories of the renegades and he was often sad, even depressed while they were at the cabin and for some time after they'd left.
He was sitting on a rock, staring out over the lake, his chin on his knees. He jumped a little when Dee put his arms around him, from behind. Dee rested his cheek on Sys' hair and they just sat there, together, for a while.
"Where'ss Luke?" Sys asked softly.
"Hunting." At nearly eight years old, Luke was almost as tall as his father and just as quick and agile. He was a precocious child, and liked nothing more than to roam the woods, collecting interesting stones and pieces of wood for his crafts. He also liked to hunt, and brought home animals that made Sys freak, like wolves as big as he was and bears he had to drag, because they were too big to carry. He refused to take a gun and hunted with homemade bow and arrows.
Sys sighed. "He sspendss more time in the woodss, than he doess with uss, here."
"He's a wild one, Sys; that's where he belongs."
"Not with uss?"
"Of course with us. He loves us, but he's getting older and, one day, he is going to strike out on his own and he'll make his own way in the world. If we give him space to grow into the man he could be, he'll make us proud Sys."
"I know," Sys sighed again. "It'ss jusst that I misss him when he'ss not with uss. I misss him sso much... sso much..." He sniffed, licking tears from his lips.
Dee sat down next to him and drew up his knees. "You're not talking about Luke, are you?" Biting his lip, Sys shook his head. "I hope you're not thinking about his father."
That got a tiny smile and another shake of his head. "No," he said, with a huge sigh, "I'm ththinking about my home."
"You could go back, you know. Maybe we could persuade them to forgive. If Luke's father can see how happy we are together, that you are not going to..."
"That would never happen, Dee. It would make it even worsse if he ssaw how happy we are."
"I don't understand."
"He'ss a jealouss man. He did not want me, but he would not want anyone elsss to have me eithther. And ass for Luke..." Sys shuddered. "He iss beautiful, Dee. Hiss father would want him. He would take him away from me."
"He couldn't do that."
"I am an exssile, he iss a prinsss. He would take him from me, Dee. No, I cannot go home. I can never go home."
"Is that why you have been so sad lately?"
"Have I?"
"Yes, dear one, you have."
"I'm ssorry, Dee." Sys sighed, and looked out over the lake, with a shiver. "It'ss jusst... People come and we help them; and I WANT to help them but... I ssee ththem go home. I ssee Jo'el find the way and I ssee how happy they are and I..."
"You are stuck here with me."
"Oh no," Sys cried out, twisting to look at Dee with contrite eyes. "No, Dee. I am not sstuck withth you. I love you. I love being withth you here... and Luke too." He sighed. "It'sss jusst..."
"Come here," Dee said softly, and manoeuvred Sys, until he was sitting between his knees. Wrapping his arms around him, Dee laid his cheek on the strange blue hair that never grew. The sun was beginning to set, dying the water deep orange and pink, and the silence was intense.