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Once he had regained his faculties, Dib sent a transmission back to Meekrob. When a scientist answered, he asked, rather meekly, for Ninnehla. After fifteen minutes of tension, she was onscreen.

“Dib! Is there something wrong?”

“We stopped for fuel. And there were Irkens. They killed him... They killed him and I'm all alone and I have to admit that I'm pretty scared.” He felt badly that he still couldn't pronounce or remember his poor guide's name. It was some weird Meekrob inflection he couldn't master.

Blinking, Ninnehla took a moment to absorb what she had been told. “...Ssltcka's dead? The Irkens killed him?? I don't understand, that's impossible. You can't... just shoot a Meekrob.”

“I saw it for myself, Ninnehla. I... I watched them rip his arms out of his body and... and beat him to death.” Tears began to slide down his face again. “I'm so sorry, Ninnehla. I'm so sorry, I couldn't do anything. I just stood and watched. I'm not the hero you guys think I am. I'm not--”

Holding up her hand, Ninnehla interrupted him. “...Dib. Don't blame yourself... You were not meant to be his bodyguard—it was supposed to be the other way around. He was perfectly aware of the risks involved with this endeavor...”

“I took one of them, though.” Dib's eyes narrowed, his tears drying. “I broke his neck. Apparently it's one of the worst ways for an Irken to die.”

Nodding, Ninnehla smiled sadly. “They can't download to the Collective if they're killed in such a way... So suddenly...” She reached up, touching the screen affectionately. “...though I'm worried about you. Having done that, they'll be even angrier with you... They'll dog you. Irkens are notoriously persistent.”

“Don't I know it!” Dib laughed, leaning back in his chair. His chest was burning. Looking back at his daughter, who was playing quietly in the floor, he tried to calm himself.

Ninnehla was looking over something on the computer screen. “I would like for you to come back... But you're already over halfway to your destination. Doubling back might be too much of a risk. And you're too far away for someone to phaze to you...” Sighing, she looked up again. “We will keep a close eye on you. I will be checking in with you frequently.”

Dib smiled in relief, though it was only half felt. “Thank you, Ninnehla. I... I'm sure I can defend myself. That's what all the training was for, right?”

“Yes,” Ninn answered, smiling back. But she could see the uncertainty in his features. “But don't take any unnecessary risks. Head for your home as quickly as you can. There is safety in numbers. Irkens are cowards that will only attack a planet if they are sure of victory; sure that their firepower is more than a match. At their current numbers, they couldn't stand up to Nirvana.”

Dib nodded in understanding. “I'm at full thrust. Hopefully I'll be home as soon as possible...”

“You are forefront in my thoughts, Dib. Please be safe.”

With that, they cut the transmission. Dib took Megami to the rec room and began to train his body and mind for awhile... To try and forget... To try and stop worrying. This method wasn't entirely effective, however, as he couldn't stop thinking about the Irkens, Zim, and how he was most likely going to always be irrevocably tied to them. As he practiced with a makeshift punching bag, Megami watched in awe and he drifted into thought. Everyone in the universe fit to do so had seen that video. Even though Dib had seemingly very little to do with destroying the Tallests, the fact that he was with Zim was enough. It was why he had been revived, and it was why he figured the Irkens hated him.

Unfair that he had to deal with the consequences of an action he wasn't even alive to see. But if it weren't for that, he wouldn't be alive NOW. However, if the fucking Irkens had never meddled in Earth affairs, he would still be at home now, likely well into his college career. If anything... revival, a new chance, was owed to him, wasn't it? He deserved it.

Unfair, Unfair, Unfair. His fists and feet landed on target every time he screamed the word in his head. Unfair, Unfair, Unfair... Even after he got to Nirvana, he couldn't stay where he would be safe. He couldn't stay because he had to find Zim. And he was sure the Irkens would follow him every step of the way. He just wanted to be left alone. That's all he ever wanted. And he would likely never get it...

After a couple of weeks had passed, Dib began to relax a little. Ninnehla still kept a close watch on him, but he was only about a month away from his destination, and nothing at all had occurred since that last pit stop. That is, until one evening after he had just finished putting Megami to bed. Walking back to the bridge, he thought he spied something out of the corner of the vid screen... Before the proximity warning popped up, he was already making ready to scan it.

A ship. “What planet is it registered to?” he asked the computer, as it didn't look familiar to him at all.

“No registration,” his ship answered simply.

As they came closer, he scrutinized it. Something... that looked like an Irken insignia was on the side. His pulse quickening, he flicked his cannons on, beginning to aim them. No way he was going to take any chances... “Take us out of this ship's range,” Dib commanded, hoping it wouldn't pursue.

They rocked slightly as the thrusters reversed. A few tense moments passed before he suddenly received an audio beacon. Breath catching in his throat, he accepted it.

“I hope you're not planning on firing those. As I'm sure you can see, this isn't a typical Irken vessel. And I have enough firepower on this vessel to turn your little pleasure cruiser into dust.” The voice was female, and it had an odd lilt to it... “I have no interest in a conflict with you, so let's just forget we ever met, hmm?”

Dib almost fell backward into his chair. Sighing in both apprehension and relief, he cried, “TAK?!”

Silence. Then, “....who is this?”

“It's... It's... It's me! It's Dib!”

“Dib's dead. Who the fuck is this?” Anger was clear in her voice now. Without hesitation, Dib made to establish a video link. At first it didn't seem that she was going to accept, but she finally sighed and did so. And there they were, looking eachother face to face again after what... was probably only a year or so. But seemed like forever... A different lifetime.

“I can't believe it. How?? Are you a clone?”

Laughing, Dib replied, “No, it's the real deal... Tak... Oh God, Tak, it's so nice to see someone I know again.”

Her face was a mask of cynicism... at first. But her features softened as she regarded him. “...same here,” she said quietly. “Times have changed, haven't they?”

“Very much so.” Briefly, Dib considered the notion that he probably shouldn't trust her, but it passed. She had said before that she couldn't show her face on Irk, which was why she was still alive and well. “I'm trying to get to the human colony, but I fear I may have a group of Irkens on my tail. Trying to kill me. ...again.”

Flicking an antenna, Tak frowned. “Well, they do consider you partially responsible for all that has happened, though I know you were just pulled headlong into Zim's stupidity. He's like a black hole. Ruins everything he touches. Well, it got him in the end, didn't it?”

Tak obviously thought that Dib was the only one of the two with a new lease on life... Yet again Dib found himself hiding the truth about Zim from her to remain in her good graces. This time, however, he wouldn't fall for her little mind-control tricks... Ninnehla had already shown him how to keep up a mental blockade. Sighing, he leaned back in his seat. Despite knowing he had to guard himself against her, he still trusted Tak on some rudimentary level... still had that old affection for her. Times were different, it was true. She was definitely at a disadvantage now, just for being Irken.

“...you have nothing to worry about from me, Dib,” Tak finally broke in, her expression still soulful. “I have nothing to gain from hurting you. Truthfully, they don't either... Other than to soothe whatever pain your existence causes their egos...”

They looked at one another for a long time. Thinking hard. Surprisingly, it was Tak who finally broke down. “...let me pull you in. I'll board you. We must speak at length.”

“We're speaking now...” Dib was hesitant; he didn't want to waste time sitting around. However, he could only fathom how much suffering she had probably been through since the destruction of her race... She was unwelcome before, but even moreso now... “...I'm being pursued, remember..?” It wasn't a “no,” necessarily...

Shaking her head, Tak replied, “Don't worry about them, Dib. I'll protect you.” A grin spread across her face. She always had considered herself superior. Other Irkens did not constitute a threat to her.

COULD she protect him? He wasn't sure, but having someone else on his side, someone he knew, was comforting. Sighing, he finally nodded and shut off his thrusters. “Okay.”

Shortly, she was standing in the doorway between their two ships, looking up at him. “...I... I just can't believe it.” Reaching out, she grabbed both of his forearms, squeezing his skin and the prosthetic at once. “...how?”

“I've got a little lounge. Let's sit.” Smiling, he led her to the room and they alighted across from one another. Once they were settled, he leaned back and crossed his legs. “I was revived by the Meekrob.” He snapped his fingers, causing a blue fizzle between them.

Tak's eyes widened. “You... lucky bastard.”

Grinning even more viciously, Dib asked, “...if you say so. Heh. What have you been up to? Since your race was destroyed?”

“Running. What do you think? Luckily my ship is advanced enough that nobody typically cares to mess with me, and I stay out of fights.” Closing her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest, she sighed, “I'm surprised to hear that Irkens are pursuing you... I didn't even know there were many left in groups, and much less with any sort of autonomous thought. Only elites and higher have lax enough programming to allow them decisions separate from the Control Brain.”

Quirking his eyebrow, Dib replied, “I have NO IDEA what you just said to me.”

Smirking at his general lack of knowledge, Tak elaborated. “These Paks on our backs do a lot of things for us. They help us breathe, translate our speech, house our weapons, heal mild-to-moderate wounds, even revive us from death if we suffer from something salvagable. As well, they modify our behaviors. If you're not skilled enough to become an elite, you're typically stuck being a worker, and everything you do is dictated by a control brain or Taller officer.”

“That sucks,” Dib said, biting his lip.

Shrugging, Tak answered, “Well, look how many stupid humans you had running around your planet, fucking things up. Wouldn't it have been nice to keep them in check instead of letting them run amok?” She opened her eyes again. “Unfortunately, there are Irkens that even the Paks can't control. Defects. Like Zim.”

“What about you? You were assigned to planet Dirt and you defied YOUR programming.”

“Heh!” Tak's pearly teeth shined in the artificial light. “...but that was different, because I SHOULD have become an Invader... I was smart enough to override the commands I was given.” She looked down at the floor. “...I suppose... Zim somehow managed to do the same. Even if he was criminally insane, there were sparks of brilliance...”

Scratching the stubble on his chin, Dib hissed, “Hmmm. I guess that means that all of the Irkens pursuing me are Elites or higher, huh? That doesn't sound encouraging. Except... the boy. That doesn't explain the boy.”

“Boy?” Tak's antennae perked.

“Yes... there was a little boy with them, he... I don't know about Irken aging but he looked to be about eight-years-old.”

Tak nodded. “Then that was probably his true age... Irken aging doesn't slow until puberty. But...” She shook her head. “That doesn't make sense... All of the smeets are stuck in an education plug until they're at least fifteen... twenty... All of our smeets were killed when Irk was destroyed.” She grinned. “Maybe he was just short?”

“No, the female Irken was talking to him. Said 'You're just a nymph yourself.' He's a kid.”

“A kid? With a female Irken? Could... they have somehow figured out how to breed?”

Dib looked up at her. “Hey, maybe. She was pretty protective of him. Didn't want him to see any violence, and he was obviously pretty spoiled. Maybe they gave him a makeshift Pak. It was a lot bigger than any other Pak I've seen. It...” He gestured in the air. “...was almost heart-shaped and it took up the poor thing's whole damn back. Looked like three Paks in one.”

“Holy shit. He's--- still alive!”

Surprised, Dib leaned forward. “Wha??”

“The Tallest host. There's no way it could be anyone but. That Pak is designed for eventual removal.” Knowing he wouldn't understand, she continued, “Our bodies die, but our Paks do not. They can reattach to another body; however, if the new body rejects them, then both body and Pak will die. The Tallests figured out that if they engineered a direct descendant, they could reattach to HIM and live on.”

“...so instead of downloading to the Collective Intelligence, they could continue living.” Dib shook his head. “That doesn't sound fair. Don't you all just anoint whoever's Tallest as your leader?”

Tak held out a hand. “Basically. Depending on a lot of other factors. It IS unfair, but there weren't any rules against it SPECIFICALLY. However, only the Tallests had the resources to make it happen... There's no way any other Irken could have pulled it off. You'd have to not only have the means of creating a clone, but access to a capsule or some other vessel to keep it in until it matured.”

“But the Tallests are very much dead... So his function is moot.”

Shaking her head, Tak fell into thought. “...I don't know why they're still protecting him. Perhaps they're still following their Prime Directive despite no longer having leaders to answer to. ...Or they think he will eventually serve SOME type of purpose...”

“The female seemed pretty attached to him and vice versa. She also appeared to be the leader of the group...” Dib winced. He suddenly felt a bit of pity for the poor kid. “So... if a Tallest took over his body... what would happen to HIM?”

“His Pak would be removed and probably downloaded to the Collective, as with any Irken at natural death.”

“So... they'd basically KILL him.”

“Yep.” Tak didn't seem terribly bothered by this. “Dying is something we definitely try to avoid, but... being downloaded is the best result one could hope for. It's akin to, I guess, for a human? ...dying in your sleep. Peaceful and painless.”

Dib snorted. “Lucky him.”

At this point Megami awoke and began to cry, her voice muffled through the door of Dib's chamber. When Tak looked askance at him, he smiled. “It's hard for her to keep a sleep schedule in space like this, unlike on Meekrob where there was a clear night and day. I usually let her cry herself back to sleep. However...” He rose. “...would you like to meet her? Now's as good a time as ever.”

Rising as well, Tak said, “...who is 'her'?” She was incredibly cautious.

“My daughter,” Dib replied, grinning ever wider as he made his way to his chamber. When the door slid open Megami immediately reached out for him from her crib, whimpering. Tak peeked in but didn't enter the room.

“...'daughter'? She doesn't look human at all. Is she an orphan you picked up?”

As Dib pulled the baby into his arms, he turned back to Tak. “She's got hair. And five fingers. And other human characteristics.” He poked her nose and she crossed her eyes. “Little button nose~” Looking up at Tak, he said, “She's mine. I was carrying her inside my own body.” He lifted up his shirt and showed the scar. “I... I think... Zim put her inside of me somehow...” He blushed. “She was inside my intestine like a little tapeworm.”

Tak, understandably, looked scandalized. Her mouth agape, she watched Dib walk past her and into the ship's kitchen, readying a bottle for Meg. After a few moments, she was finally able to collect herself. “...I'm a little rusty on human reproductive methods. Males can't carry young, am I correct?”

“Correct. If... she had finished growing inside me, she would have killed me. If... I hadn't died first, that is...” He fidgeted awkwardly for a moment before the heating unit finished Meg's meal. “Actually, I apparently died again when they first revived me. Turns out Meg was sucking out all the life force they were trying to give me...” Tak continued to gape at him as he calmly took baby and bottle back to the sitting room.

She sat as well, looking across at them both, her antennae twitching wildly. “...you act like it doesn't bother you at all.”

As Meg suckled happily, Dib looked up. “...what? What should bother me?”

“That Zim used you as a vessel for his host.”

Dib stared back at her, his face blank. Then, his brow began to furrow as the pieces, one by one, assembled themselves in his head. “...Zim's... host? A host, for eventual takeover, like that little boy with the huge Pak?” He shook his head, looking down. “Why... Why would... Why... Zim... I...”

“Zim's a defect. They had even tried to download his data to the Collective... Once... To end him honorably. But it fried the whole damn system. No way were they going to do that again.”

“So... everything in his Pak... would have been lost when he died.”

Tak nodded. “His motivations for doing it were a little different from the Tallests, but it's the same end result. Methods a little more crude, but he had the same intentions. It's obvious. Hell, maybe he even gave Purple the idea, originally...” She peered at him, face subdued, as he struggled with this new information. “Dib... Dib... I'm sorry... I tried to save you from him. I'm... I'm so glad you ended up okay in the end. He used the emotions of those that cared for him... He used them as stepping stones. Purple, Skoodge—so many others... He never cared about anyone but himself, Dib.”

Silently, Dib stood, taking his daughter back to her bed. Laying her down to fall asleep again with her bottle, despite recalling that such an action was unhealthy for babies, he left the room. When the door had slid shut, he leaned against the wall on his upper arms, staring at the floor, his breath harsh. It was starting to make sense now... The little “checkups” Zim did on him even after his rib had healed... The horrid sickness he had battled towards the end of his stay on the Goddess...

Zim had OSTENSIBLY wanted him to go back to Nirvana, but he knew Dib wouldn't do it. He knew Dib was smitten with him, knew he would stay. Had things gone according to plan, Megami would have matured, burst from Dib's body, and Zim could have used her at his leisure to, possibly, assume a new identity and stop being hounded by the Tallests.

Instead the Tallests killed him, and seemingly the creature inside him. Zim, probably driven past desperation, finally crashed his ship into the broad side of Irk. Might as well go out with a bang, right? Take everything with him.

Of course, after the Meekrob revived him, he wouldn't hang around and wait for Dib. He had never really given a shit about him, right? He was just a tool. A VESSEL. And when the Meekrob gave him life renewed, he didn't need that vessel anymore, or the host. So, naturally, he wouldn't care to see Dib again.

Tak finally came up behind him. “...I didn't intend to upset you, Dib.”

“I just... didn't... give it any thought. But... now that you mention it, so many things make sense...”

“Don't worry about it, Dib.” Tak finally put her hand on his back. “We'll make everything right again. We'll take care of the Irkens pursuing you... I'll help you regain the life Zim stole from you.”

Turning slowly, Dib looked down at her. She seemed even shorter now than she did the last time he saw her.... “Why? Why would you do that for me, Tak?”

She looked at him for a moment, mulling it over. Finally, she shrugged her bony shoulders. “Why not?”

Laughing, Dib couldn't help but reach down and grab her, pulling her against him, wrapping his arms around her. After a moment of startlement, she finally wrapped her arms around him in kind. “I fucking love you, Tak. Always so honest. Just a breath of fresh air. You and me. Yeah. We'll take care of those bastards, right? And then I can finally relax for once.”

Nodding, she laughed lightly. “I'll take care of you if you take care of me.”

“Do you need taking care of, Tak?” He pulled away a little, looking down with a placid expression.

“Not... necessarily. But... I'm sure as hell sick of being alone.” Dib's stomach twisted. Comfort... they both needed comfort. Bending down, he pressed his lips gently to hers. She stood still for a moment until he retreated, and she touched her fingers to her mouth.

Quirking her antennae, she whispered, “...burns a little... I forgot.”

Smiling calmly, Dib replied, “I'm sorry.” Opening the door to his quarters again, he found Megami sleeping soundly, as expected. Sliding it shut, he turned and went to the main console of the ship, looking through the viewfinder at the stars. “...I should be going soon...” he mumbled as Tak joined him in the small room.

“Dib...”

Not turning back, Dib stated, “I'm going to go back to Nirvana. The Irkens, they know that Megami is my daughter and I don't think they would hesitate to do something horrible to her if given the chance. Take her hostage... Kill her... I'm not sure. So... she would be safest there. I would think that my family would readily care for her, if I asked them to...” He finally glanced back at Tak. “You, being Irken, would not be welcome there. So...”

“I'm never going to see you again, am I?” Her curled antennae drooped a little.

He folded his arms, turning to her. “Zim's not dead. He was revived like I was. And he's out there, somewhere... Doing what, I'm not sure. But I want to find him. Hold him accountable for everything he's done.”

Tak's eyes widened momentarily at the revelation, but she finally nodded.

“Will you come with me? If I run into that band of Irkens again, I doubt they'll hesitate in trying to kill me again... Are you sure you'd be okay with fighting your own people?”

“The Irkens shunned me long ago, Dib... Everything I have now, I had to procure for myself. Nobody ever offered me a helping hand...”

Sighing, Dib looked back outside. “Then we should probably part ways for now. I'll go back to Nirvana and then we can rendezvous afterwards. Sound good?”

“Sure.” Putting her hands on her hips, she looked out with him. “...are you going to come back?”

He couldn't believe how uncertain she sounded. Tak, at her core, was always confident... But a lot had changed in the short time they were apart. Nothing in her life was guaranteed anymore. Sitting back in his chair, he reached out a hand to her. “Can I trust you, Tak?”

Looking strangely at him, she answered, “Of course...”

Reaching out a little further, he captured her arm and pulled her gently forward. “Mind-control is not going to work on me anymore. You realize that, don't you?”

“I've never tried to control you!” Tak cried angrily. She almost pulled her hand away but he held fast. “You were always too smart for that, anyway...”

“The last time we met, you did something to me, Tak... You made me forget all about Zim, you made me take you to our ship without even a second thought...”

Blushing, Tak said, “...you seemed so stressed-out, so unwilling to speak with me. I just... tried to relax you a little, that's all... I thought I was doing you a favor at the time.”

“What about now?” Dib growled, pulling her into his lap. She seemed afraid for a moment, but he grinned, pressing into her lips again. Experimenting a little, he brought his power to the surface of his skin, cooling his lips down, coating them in a sort of barrier to keep them from burning her.

Tak gasped. “...this is the Meekrob... isn't it?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “Kiss me back, why don't you?”

She did, moaning low in her throat as his tongue crossed the barrier between them, probing her mouth. Her long, lean tongue curled around his in a light, almost noncommittal fashion. This was just for fun, right? For now... Smile widening, he reached his good hand up, lightly stroking the front of one of her antenna. Remembering... She purred, arching her soft body against him.

“...you've got skill,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

“And a little bit of luck...” He removed his prosthetic and she looked down in shock, before he was able to conjure a replacement with his powers. Thankfully, he was able to use it semi-proficiently while still concentrating on his own pleasure. Tangling her tongue with his again, he leaned into her. With his charged arm, he moved up and began to stroke her other antenna, moving his good hand down the back of her head, over her neck and down the side of her body.

She jerked as he touched her antler with his other hand, crying out softly. Her reactions were already causing his passion to spike... not to mention her soft ass squirming against his crotch. Sparing little time, he pushed his hand beneath her tunic, exploring her cool skin. “Mmm,” he groaned as he continued to kiss her. Tak tried in vain to return his ministrations, but it was obvious that his hands were driving her past the point of accountability. When he moved away from her antenna to pull at her clothing, she finally opened her eyes and looked drowsily down at him.

“Tak...”

Without even bothering to answer, she pulled off her tunic and purred, her antlers unfurling, dripping forward over her forehead. She dragged her claws through his thick hair as his head bore down, nipping at her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone. The sweet taste of her skin was different from Zim's, yet somehow the same... That same kind of scent that made him crazy... that was still there.

After he had covered every inch of skin he could reach with kisses, she removed herself from his lap and stood before him, her eyes a boiling violet. Yet again, no words were exchanged as she pulled off her boots, her pants, and stood nude before him... She yanked his shirt from him, raking her claws down over his hard chest, grabbing the waist of his pants.

Dib was already rock-hard when she took him into her mouth. He arched his back against the chair as she sucked hard on him, eagerly lapping up every drop of precum. “Tak... Shit. Tak. I want... I want...”

“Of course,” she hissed in reply, standing again and perching in his lap. Spreading herself, she looked down as he pressed his cock up against her. “...ready?”

“Of course,” he answered, licking his lips impishly. Anticipating the spines inside her, he let the Meekrob envelop his member. Just as she began to lower herself, he thrust up into her. Throwing her head back, she let out a long, low cry. “Shit. Tak...” Dib mumbled, instantly becoming lost in her heat.

Her claws digging into his shoulders, she rode him, her eyes rolling towards the ceiling, unfocused. Gripping her hips, he slammed into her, trying to go as hard and as deep as he could in their awkward position. They didn't need much; in a matter of minutes they both came together in a raw, groaning, animalistic end.

As her hot body slumped against him, he panted, “...I'll come back. Don't worry.”

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“We made love then, and I assured her that I would, indeed, return.”

Megami finished reading and lay the tablet down again, looking up at Vermeil. He was grinning a little viciously, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “So he's banging the Idol AND the Purple-eyed woman. I shoulda figured.”

Sighing, Meg shrugged and looked back down at the text. “Well, I guess he's just feeling his oats right now. He was always a nerd in school, I was told. Kept to himself...”

“You're just going to keep making excuses for him, no matter what,” Vermeil interrupted, rolling his eyes. But he was smiling good-naturedly.

Megami crossed all of her arms, shooting Verm an impertinent look. “How many women have YOU been with?”

“A few,” Vermeil laughed, winking. “But not at the same time. That's just lack of decorum.” He licked his lips. “How many women have YOU been with?”

She curled her lips up at him in a pouty smile. “Behave.”

“Never,” the Prince answered before kissing her deeply.

After a precious moment, Megami lay back. “...Zim seemed to be so in love with daddy. I don't understand...”

“He's broken, Meg,” Vermeil answered simply. “He's a defect. He's flawed. His actions are not dictated by common sense. Who knows if he really cared about your father? Maybe he didn't then and does now. Or he only does when it's convenient for him. I think that, all his life, he's suffered from delusions of grandeur. Some of the most catastrophic events in Irken history were caused by his posturing...”

“So I'm just like you.” Megami looked at her hands, folding them delicately in her lap. “All that stuff Tak said... To daddy then, and to me before... About you just being a host. You said they were lies at the time, but were they really?”

Vermeil's expression darkened and he looked away from her.

“...my parents loved me. When I was born, my parents were happy... they wanted me as a child, a symbol of their love. Tenn told me so.” He shook his head as if to clear the thoughts away, looking back at Megami. “What does it matter, Nymph? If you were a parasite, if I was a host... All that matters is the here and now.”

“You say that, yet you refuse to let go of ancient grudges that have no BEARING on the here and now.” Huffing indignantly, she returned to reading.

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REVIEW REPLIES! TWICE TIMES!
(wherein I make up for fucking up the replies last chapter...)

Krimzon: I'm glad you think my writing is improving XD;; After all this time it oughta, huh? Gaz and Membrane's attitudes toward Dib are a lot more complicated than you might think, so I'm warning you now that your satisfaction with their reunion is going to be delayed. But it'll be worth it~ I hope. o_o;;

Delayed satisfaction all around with everything, lol. Nobody's going to get what they want anytime soon. Sorry everyone ;3

I'm glad you don't find the mechanical arm to be TOO hokey ;3 I could have done another limb, but arms are just so much cooler, lol.

If you found the Meekrob's death to be disturbing, stop reading this fic now. It's only gonna get worse. Though it's not nearly as bad as AMoT. So just consider this a tiny taste of your own medicine ;3

Masks: I'm glad you like my Dib XD There's plenty of him to go around in this fic. Chin scruff for everyone! *yays!* I don't mind kiss-assness. Because it encourages me to keep writing. I am of the belief that everything I do sucks and I'm wasting my time by doing it. So... yeah. Give me a little ego whydontcha ;3 Dib's ego, on the other hand, is going to keep blowing up in his face for a lonnnnng time, methinks. Literally and figuratively!

I have thought about how Meekrob reproduce and I have a rough idea of when I'm going to explain it... If I feel it's pertinent. I do have a leg/hip fetish XD On males that is. Verm is all hip and leg, and Karis... mmm. Karis. I don't mind being IMed at all ^_^ Though I'm a hermit. If you catch me on, feel free to message me. But it's rare ^_^;;

You know how people make hearts out of the "less than" symbol with a "three" next to it? Yeah, well, the "less than" symbol is also an HTML flag, which causes whatever you type after it to be looked at as HTML and therefore obscured from view.

As for your other comments... Delayed satisfaction. Heh.

FoxDragon: Hopefully you're not reading this just for Karis... Because he's only a small part of the overall story. You may find yourself disappointed in the end. Considering the fact that he's Torso's character, I'm still not sure how little or how much he will be involved.

Keri: Who are you on DA? XD;; I can't remember people's real names, I only know them by DA name. BUT YES, YOU ARE SO COOL NOW. I like reviews no matter where I get them XD;; We most certainly cannot forget the Sexi Karis-man. Though I might decide not to even include him in the end XD;; I'm so wishy-washy.

W: I'm glad you accepted the explanation for his eye augmentation :P I do believe you were one of the people wondering about it, so there you are!

Maybe the fact that Dib is primarily dealing with Nin, a halfbreed Meekrob, is the reason why they don't seem canon? I'm not sure. I haven't seen the show in awhile either, so it's entirely possible I could have skewed facts. Though I believe there was actually little mention of them as a race in the show, so I am filling in a lot of blanks. I use the Scary Monkey Show as reference quite often, and look at that little screenshot of the MRs when I'm trying to visualize them.

I get so caught up in explaining all of these concepts I've come up with that I sometimes delay the fights and the sex XD;; Oh, for the simple days before I let this fic become so convoluted... I hope I haven't lost too many people yet.
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