Titus said, calm and composed, "If you go back one day, what will happen to the baby, if you don't mind asking? You know very well that there's no living space in the Vortelion."
Upon hearing that, Beckett flicked his cigarette and seemed indifferent. He suddenly asked, "Where is she? Where am I?"
Titus didn't understand at first, then said, "So does this mean you're not going back to Vortelion? I hope I am wrong."
"Yeah. That's what I meant to say," Beckett confirmed.
"How about your family?" Titus asked once again, oblivious to what he would say.
"Nah, don't mind it as a problem," Beckett said, dismissing his idea. "If they miss me, they can see me anytime soon. It's very convenient for them to come."
Titus stared into his eyes, still terrified of whatever transpired to Beckett in the near future.
"I do understand you, but what if the elders will call back? In the Vortelion, orders are equivalent to life. Once the elders call you back, you must go back. What will you do at that time?"
At that time, the smoke on Beckett's fingertips paused slightly. He moved his gaze up in the sky and compared their sky to Vortelion; it was very different.