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He said I needed to find new legs, Newt signs. if I don’t give him my tail-
“You will.” Hermann’s voice is dull and flat, without inflection. “Look. I made these.”
He pulls the cloth off the table, and at first Newt thinks these have to be- works of art. Some sort of sculpture in bone and pale steel-
“New legs.” He smiles.
Newt’s mouth opens, closes. Blinks. This- was not how this was supposed to go. I won’t be able to speak. He tries, uncertain.
Hermann pauses. He puts down the tablecloth. This is your choice. He signs finally. If you wish to go home, I can help you.
Newt hesitates, looks down at his legs. They are covered in scales now, his feet starting to stretch to fins. His legs aren’t beginning to root together yet, but that is only a matter of days- hours probably.
And if he does not give Chau his tail then, he’ll take it himself.
Besides, Hermann wouldn’t be able to hear him even if he does speak.
Okay, he signs, we can try. The legs are beautiful, and Hermann’s eyes light up, stroke long, gentle fingers down Newt’s cheek, and bends down to kiss him, very lightly.
He said I needed to find new legs, Newt signs. if I don’t give him my tail-
“You will.” Hermann’s voice is dull and flat, without inflection. “Look. I made these.”
He pulls the cloth off the table, and at first Newt thinks these have to be- works of art. Some sort of sculpture in bone and pale steel-
“New legs.” He smiles.
Newt’s mouth opens, closes. Blinks. This- was not how this was supposed to go. I won’t be able to speak. He tries, uncertain.
Hermann pauses. He puts down the tablecloth. This is your choice. He signs finally. If you wish to go home, I can help you.
Newt hesitates, looks down at his legs. They are covered in scales now, his feet starting to stretch to fins. His legs aren’t beginning to root together yet, but that is only a matter of days- hours probably.
And if he does not give Chau his tail then, he’ll take it himself.
Besides, Hermann wouldn’t be able to hear him even if he does speak.
Okay, he signs, we can try. The legs are beautiful, and Hermann’s eyes light up, stroke long, gentle fingers down Newt’s cheek, and bends down to kiss him, very lightly.
