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Saparata wondered whether he would be exiled again if anybody knew how he felt.

It was easy. Pretending he hated Flux just like the rest of the world. It was easy to nod whenever a player expressed their hatred towards the man. Easy to say he knew what they were talking about when people said they wished Flux never existed.

It was easy because first and foremost he was lying to himself.

Pretending his heart didn't stop when Flux’s did. Pretending he was still resentful towards him because of Flux's betrayal. Acting as though their friendship (or whatever it was that they had) shattered the moment Flux assassinated the leaders and framed Saparata for it all.

It seemed so easy.

But there were people who saw through him even when Saparata himself didn't want to admit it. 

Cass looked at him with a sad expression, standing in front of Fluixon’s grave alongside Saparata. She hated Flux. She wasn't quiet in her resentment. But at that moment, she stayed silent. Mourning Saparata's friend with him. When she turned to leave, Cass gave him a knowing look. Saparata did not acknowledge it beyond avoiding her eyes. They never spoke of it, but both of them knew.

After the battle of Infernus, Schpood found Saparata and congratulated him on winning the duel. Saparata felt sick due to the Emperor's words, and the man took notice of it. His expression had changed, then. Surprise, realization, and pity (or perhaps it was sympathy). He clutched Saparata’s shoulder, and his voice was a little softer than usual. He mellowed out slightly after the war and everything that came with it, but it was still unusual for him to sound that gentle.

“In Westhelm, a battle in the Colosseum absolves the participants of their crimes. That includes him. He paid with his life.”

The words almost broke Saparata. But in the end, he just nodded. Did not say a word, but a part of him noticed he was able to breathe a little easier afterwards. 

There were a few more people who were less resentful. Some even expressed their regret that Saparata's best friend ended up the way he did. Saparata never knew what to say to those people. 

The point was. He was pretending, for months now. Acting as though he felt nothing more than rage and disgust towards the criminal Fluixon. 

That couldn't be farther from the truth. 

And some noticed. Only those who were understanding enough to not hunt him down because of it, fortunately.

But how would the rest feel? What would they think if they found out Saparata not only didn't hate Flux as much as he led people to believe, but that he still considered the man his friend? His heart?

They'd hunt him down again. Kill him. Go back to hating his guts. Not even the leaders would be able to help him without compromising their positions.

After a few months of living like a ghost in his vacation house, spending hours in front of Flux's grave, and replaying every good memory he had made with the man over and over again, Saparata left Island Two again. The house didn't feel much like a home, anyway.

He didn't tell anyone he was leaving. He just packed a few things, got on his boat and sailed to Island One. If anyone saw him, they didn't disturb him.

And now, he was back in his tower. Standing at the top of it. His armour in a chest, much like that day he nearly gave up. 

Back then, he found his purpose again. The desire to make Flux pay with his life. 

There was no Flux anymore. There wasn't much of anything, now. The cold wind made him shiver, snow fell on his snow-white hair, his fingers slowly lost the feeling in them. He breathed in, and out. In, and out. In, and out. He stood for hours. Looking over the horizon. At the volcano Flux almost died in, except he didn't because the man was like a cockroach and no one could kill him. (Except Saparata.)

Saparata was tired. 

And he missed his heart.

There was only one place where he could see it again. 

See him again.

Saparata closed his eyes. Breathed in, breathed out. He felt eyes on him, but didn't turn. Ish mostly disappeared after the war, now that relative peace was established between the islands. He liked to watch, Saparata knew. Last time, Ish was not there when Saparata almost killed himself. 

And now, the eyes of a god watched as a weary, broken man fell silently to his death. In hopes of finding his missing heart and soul. Saparata's death was peaceful. He was not there to witness people's reactions to his death, the communication device blowing up with what seemed like neverending messages.

Two people were silent, as they both knew Saparata was gone long before leaving this world. 

And he was not there to witness the eyes of a god closing, the air shuddering with the force of his sigh. Saparata was not there to see Ish open them again, to gaze at his corpse. He was not there to see the god's expression change, a firm line made from his lips, and a determined furrow in his eyebrows. 

Saparata was not there to witness Ish change the tides of time, rewind until every tragedy was merely an echo in the wind, remembered by two.

But he was there to live in the aftermath.

Words echoed through the harsh wind.

“What kind of Guardian, Watcher, God would I be if I saw my people suffer and turned away from them? What use is realism against happiness?”

“I grant this world another chance. I grant a second chance to you, Saparata, and to those you love. That is the least I can do.”

“Sometimes, tragedy makes for a brilliant story. But joy and happiness can make one, too.”

“We already got our tragedy.”

“Now, it's your chance to give yourself and the world a romantic story.”

“Saparata, I wish you the very best of luck. Be selfish, for once. You deserve it.”

And as quick and silent as the words came, so they went. Heard only by the ears of someone who should've been long dead.

When Saparata first woke up, back in the beginning, he could not believe his eyes. He was sure it was a dream. Maybe even the afterlife, if he was that lucky. He would be more than happy to have his afterlife be this moment.

Then, he remembered the words.

Saparata didn't actually hear Ish say them. He was dead, after all. But they were still echoing around in his mind, word after word, sentence after sentence. They were ingrained in him. 

It was real.

Ish gave him a second chance. Gave the world a second chance.

Saparata could see Flux again.

For the first few moments back, Saparata could hardly breathe. He kept looking at his communicator, searching for any message that would prove he really was back, and that his best friend– his heart– his Fluixon was here.

And there it was. 

Flux.

For the first time in months, Saparata cried.

He was overwhelmed. He spent much of the first day back in time walking around with no clear destination in mind, feeling a strong sense of deja vu. He's done all this before. He was terrified he was going to experience terrible heartbreak again. Could he even change things? There were so many things he did not know, and a lot of them contributed to the falling out of many nations.

But then– But then. 

Saparata saw him.

There, just before the treeline. Joking around with some of his friends, leaning against a crafting table. Those purple eyes shining with mirth, and those lips– those lips Saparata never got to press his own against– that ridiculous coat the man refused to take off, even when Saparata pointed out he was actively sweating all over his face–

Flux was there.

His Flux.

And Saparata couldn't breathe again, but for a very different reason this time. 

He was so lost in all of his confusing feelings, joy alongside bitterness with sadness and love, that he missed Flux turning his head towards him, those purple irises locking with his own.

Saparata took a sharp breath, his fingers curling into fists without his permission. 

Flux was in front of him. Flux was looking at him. Flux was standing straight, a sword appearing in his hand…

Oh. 

Suddenly, he was right there. The tip of Flux's sword was this close to his throat, the man's eyes were guarded and fierce, and he– he–

He looked so very beautiful. 

His hair looked less ruffled than during their last meeting. His skin less tanned. His coat still perfect, not burned like back then.

And his face. Oh, his face. 

Those blazing eyes that tore through Saparata as though he was paper. Full of suspicion and weariness and distrust, but no hatred like one of the last times those eyes looked directly at him. His nose, adorably wrinkled. Flux would skewer him alive if he ever heard Saparata think that way. And his lips, twisted in a firm frown.

It took all of Saparata's self-control to not immediately pull this man forward and kiss him senseless.

“Who are you? Why were you spying on us?”

Right. This Flux didn't know him. If Saparata wasn't so happy to see the man again, maybe the words would've hit him harder, a reminder he had to start things over.

As it was…

Saparata smiled awkwardly, hand faltering next to the sword. He was about to push it away gently, but realising it would just make Flux more wary, he didn't. 

If he didn't have months of pretending under his belt, he would've struggled to form words. Thankfully he was used to acting by now, and pretending he didn't know Flux was better than claiming he hated him.

“Uh, hi there. I'm Saps.” 

Flux's eyes narrowed. He didn't reply, clearly expecting Saps to answer his second question. Saps didn't expect to feel so fond because of it, but it wasn't an unwelcome feeling.

“I wasn't spying. I was just exploring, and trying to find some people to stick with.”

Flux raised an eyebrow. Then, he eyed Saps, noticing the other didn't even have a wooden sword on him. It made Flux furrow his eyebrows incredulously.

“Exploring. With no gear.” It didn't even sound accusatory. More like he was questioning how Saps was still alive.

In Saps’ defense, he had more important things to do than chop down trees, alright? Mental breakdowns take a lot out of a man. 

“Yep,” Saps popped the “p” causally. 

Flux stared at him for a long moment, then sheathed his stone sword and rolled his eyes. As he crossed his arms, he deadpanned. “How are you not dead yet?”

“Rude,” Saps huffed. He felt slightly offended, but a bigger part of him was jumping in joy. Maybe acting incompetent would make Flux trust him quicker? 

“It's the truth.” Flux shot back, then sighed. “Come on, then.”

Saps raised an eyebrow. Was Flux really inviting him over to his settlement? Already? Where was the paranoia the man was seemingly born with?

Flux started walking, and when he noticed Saps was not following, he turned with an annoyed expression. “Well? You wanted to meet some people. And I want to keep an eye on you in case you're actually some spy,” Under his breath, Flux muttered, glaring at his lack of gear with clear disdain, “Even if it doesn't seem likely.” 

Ah. That sounded more like the Flux he knew. 

“Okay.” Saps agreed.

The next few hours were surreal. The moment Flux took him back to his settlement, his friends were all over Saps. They introduced themselves, and were as friendly as before. They gave him gear even though Flux protested, saying it wasn't wise in case he really was a spy. Thomas smacked him upside the head when he said that, and Snowbird just laughed and said he was too paranoid.

It was nice. 

Saps missed this. They were all his friends, once upon a time. Then things happened and they were on opposite sides. He was betrayed by them. He couldn't help but feel just a little uneasy around them, especially Thomas. 

But it was brief. After all, none of that happened yet. There weren't even any thoughts of creating Luminara yet, just like Island One invading Island Two. 

And they were just so easy to fall back into friendship with. They welcomed Saps with open arms, even if Flux grumbled a bit about it. But Saps knew how Flux got when he was truly paranoid. He was just being difficult. 

As night came, and as they built their tents and went inside them, Flux guided Saps to his own. 

“Don't want you murdering us all in the dead of night,” He claimed. 

Saps knew better.

As they laid there, back to back, Saps didn't sleep. Flux, contrary to what he was saying, was completely relaxed, falling asleep in a matter of minutes. Saps listened to him breathe for the whole night. He knew that if he slept, he'd have that nightmare again. 

Saps' sword made contact with Flux's chest. He heard the other man's sharp breath. That breath drowned out every other noise in the Colosseum. 

Flux was in Saps' arms.

Only Saps' sword was keeping him upright.

As Saps lowered him onto the ground, their eyes met. Gone was the hatred Saps saw at the beginning of their fight. The mocking expression. 

Flux raised his hand weakly, and ran his thumb over Saps' lower lip. The corner of his lips lifted. Saps was closer to crying than he had ever been since he was sentenced to death during his trial.

“I'm glad it's you.”

It could mean many things. Flux could be glad Saps was the one who killed him. He could be glad Saps was the one who won. He could be glad Saps was the one who held him in death. He could be glad Saps was the one who saw him in such a humiliating state.

Maybe it meant all of it. Flux was sneaky like that.

Saps' lips trembled. 

“Don't cry,” Flux rasped, his hand rising to cup Saps’ cheek. “Not for me.”

How could he say that? How could he ask Saps not to cry when his world, his soul, his heart was dying?

“Flux…” Saps didn't say anything else. He couldn't. The only thought on his mind was Flux, Flux, Flux. “Please.” What was he asking for? For Flux not to die? Saps was the one whose sword stabbed through Flux's stomach. Still, Saps couldn't stand the sight of Flux bleeding out. 

“It's okay,” Flux said silently, his words slurring. His eyelids were opening less frequently. “I'm sorry, Saps.”

A tear fell on Flux's cheek. It wasn't his. When the other struggled to focus again, he watched as silent tears ran down Saps' cheeks. 

“Flux, please. Please.” He cried. He pleaded. His hand hovered over Flux's cheek, and another kept the bleeding covered, even if it did nothing at that point. Saps could only think, “Don't die, please. Please, Flux. Don't leave me.”

“I'm sorry, Saps.” Flux's hand fell from Saps' cheek. Saps chased to hold it. “You deserve better.”

“No, no.” Saps intertwined their hands, holding them to his heart. “No better. You. I want you.”

Flux tried to smile, but he started to cough up blood. And in his last moments, he looked at Saps. At least the man had thought so. His gaze was slightly to the side. 

“I love you, Saps.”

And Flux died in Saparata's arms. 

Saps clutched the fabric underneath him tightly. He shouldn't have thought of it. That was his most painful memory. Nothing else even compared to it.

He had to get up. He couldn't stay here anymore. This was a mistake. Flux was just going to die again, and Saps will be alone again, and it will all be for nothing–

“Hey. Saps.”

A voice pulled him out of his head. He took a shuddering breath, and finally noticed Flux had sat up and pulled Saps up with him. How long was he trying to get Saps to calm down? Did he just have a panic attack in the safest place there could be (by Flux's side)? 

Pathetic.

“Hey, look at me.” Flux took Saps' face and made their eyes lock. Flux looked slightly concerned. Maybe even worried. “Breathe with me, okay?”

Saps did. He blocked out that memory again, and just focused on Flux. Who was real. Who was calming him down. Who was…

Wait. Flux just saw him have a panic attack. 

Saps' cheeks burned in embarrassment, and shame. He tried to pull away, “Sorry. Did I wake you up?”

Flux didn't let him. “You did. But that doesn't matter. You don't have to apologise.” He paused, and looked uncertain for the first time since they met again. “Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

Saps quickly shook his head. “No. No. I'm okay.”

“Okay,” Flux agreed easily. He let go of Saps' cheeks, looking awfully calm given the situation and position. Saps wanted those hands to come back yesterday. 

“Are you going back to sleep?”

There was no way Saps was telling him he wasn't even sleeping and that he got himself so worked up because of a memory. No way.

“I don't think so,” Saps trailed off, looking out of the opening of the tent. It was still dark outside. “I think I'll go on a walk. You can go back to sleep.”

But as he got up to do just that, a hand grabbed him by the wrist. He turned, and saw Flux in the middle of getting up.

“I'm going with you.”

“What?” Saps asked, confused.

“We still haven't confirmed you're not a spy,” Flux said, like a broken record. As if he wasn't just sleeping in the same tent as Saps and calming him down from a panic attack. “Besides, you'll just get yourself killed if you're out by yourself.”

Saps felt a little offended. He was better at fighting than Flux was! Just because he didn't have much gear besides the basics didn't mean he was defenseless. 

A look at Flux, though, and any protests Saps might've had had dissolved in a second. Flux was concerned. He hid it well, but Saps knew him. 

Flux was worried and wanted to be close to him.

How in the world was Saps supposed to refuse?

“Okay.”

After that, they walked near the settlement for an hour before sitting on the beach next to each other. They talked about everything and nothing. Flux said things Saps already knew, but relished in hearing about again. Saps talked about himself, too, and it nearly stole his breath when he saw how captivated Flux looked. It was as if he was hanging onto Saps' every word. 

At that moment, with just the two of them sitting peacefully on the beach with the sun slowly rising, Saps made a vow. 

I won't let Flux die. I won't let the leaders die. I won't let the world be turned upside down because of a war.

And most importantly…

I'll tell Flux I love him too.

In the following days, things went somewhat similar to how they went the first time. They went into the mines the next day, Flux wasn't even mentioning the spy thing anymore, and they found diamonds. Ish came by, and even that interaction went similarly. 

Although, just as he was leaving, he gave Saps a look. All the others were focused on mining, so they had a moment to themselves.

Before Ish left, Saps gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you,” He said quietly, with as much gratitude as he could muster. “I'll make it better this time.” It was both a promise to Ish, and to himself. He won't waste this chance he was given; there was no way.

Ish just smiled. “I know.”

His faith in all of the players still sometimes caught Saps off guard, but he thought he understood it better now.

They were Ish’s players. His responsibility, his pride and joy, however weird that may sound. He may not have intervened the first time, and let everyone make their own mistakes, but he still cared. 

He wouldn't have erased it all in a heartbeat if he didn't.

If Ish had faith that Saps could change the outcome…

He'd better do everything he can to prove his god was right.

“Hey! Are you coming, Saps? There's even more diamonds over here!”

“Coming!”

It was after the first propaganda pictures spread around Island Two, Saps and Flux sitting by the beach. Watching the waves in silence, a poster torn in two behind them. 

“They're dangerous,” Flux muttered out of nowhere, glaring at the ocean.

Saps glanced at Flux. They had gotten closer over the last few days. Faster than last time, since Saps wanted to become someone Flux trusted as fast as possible. 

“You think so?” Saps hummed, as though they were talking about the weather. He drew a stick figure in the sand.

Flux turned to stare at him with an incredulous look, "Didn't you see those posters? “Death to Island Two”? They're jealous of us!”

“Wouldn't you be?” 

“What?”

Saps turned to him. “Wouldn't you be jealous? We have everything here. Wood, water, food, resources. There's rumours even their sea is dangerous. It's understandable why they'd be bitter.”

Flux tensed slightly, and his eyes narrowed. Saps recognised that look. It made his heart race, even though he didn't show his fear. It wasn't an exact copy, but similar. 

The look he gave the leaders when they protested against his plans. 

“That doesn't mean we should let them kill us all.”

“Who says anything about letting them do that?”

Flux furrowed his eyebrows, that look gone from his face. (Good.) It seemed Saps successfully confused him. Confused Flux was better than Angry Flux any day.

“You just said you understand them.”

“Because I do,” Saps nodded. “I'd also be angry if I found out another island had it better than us. But let's think for a moment. If they have it so bad, how could they possibly think of killing us? Would they even be able to do that?”

“They could unite.” Flux reasoned. 

“They could. But Island Two could do that, too.”

“We'd be too late. By the time everyone came together, they would already be deep into the island.”

“They have worse gear. It'd take them longer to spread out than us getting together.”

Flux was silent for a while, clearly thinking of another argument. Saps didn't let him think of one. 

“But that is all in the case of them actually wanting to attack us.”

Flux bristled, “You can't be so naive and think they won't.”

“Why? If what I understand is correct, they already have a lot to deal with by themselves. A volcano, barely any food, boiling water. When would they have the time to plan an invasion?”

“That's a foolish line of thinking. We can't leave things up to chance.”

“No,” Saps agreed. “We can't.”

Flux looked confused again. Saps thought he looked adorable getting all worked up over and over again, just to deflate when Saps said something that contradicted everything that came before. 

“What?”

“Being kind and being cautious isn't mutually exclusive, you know?” Saps smiled. “We can plan to defend ourselves while also trying to win them over. They're people just like us. I'm sure they don't want a war to break out.”

Saps knew that was the case. Flux did not. He was a protector at his core. He'd do anything to ensure the safety of those he cared about. It was admirable, and a good trait to have. Flux could be cautious all he wanted.

Saps will be there to make sure his paranoia won't ruin him, instead.

It was obvious Flux wasn't a fan of Saps' thinking. He didn't look convinced. 

But he wasn't outright saying it. 

It was progress. Saps had to start fast, and then slowly but surely guide Flux onto the right path. He didn't lose the man and his trust with this discussion. He wasn't considering his opinion just yet, but that was alright. 

Saps would participate in all the discussions Flux needed to come to a compromise that wouldn't include falling dripstone.

He was determined to make Flux see his side of things. He knew it wasn't possible to completely erase the part of him that was cautious and wary, but that wasn't an issue. That was something useful, in fact. Flux was right about some things. It was foolish to operate entirely on hope. 

Which was why when it would finally be time for the meeting that started it all, the only conclusion Saps would allow was the following; upon the barrier falling, a crew of ships with food and resources would meet the people of Island One, flanked with guards. Meanwhile, Luminara and every coastal nation would be prepared to face off against Island One if they decided on attacking. 

It would take a lot to convince Flux that the idea was sound, but Saps was determined to make it work. 

After that, they stopped talking about Island One and went back to their debate about Flux's fashion choices. There was no distrust on Flux's face. No disappointment. He didn't even seem to be thinking about what Saps said anymore.

Maybe Saps really had a chance.

“Luminara?” Saps asked, looking at the map Flux was drawing. 

“Yeah. I was asked by 3BelowZero to be his Vice President. We're going to settle here,” Flux pointed at the top of the map. He didn't look too happy, but not disappointed like last time. “He wants to make a bridge that would connect the two islands when the barrier falls.”

Saps hummed, leaning over Flux's shoulder. He pretended to not hear Flux's breath catch for a second. “That's a nice idea.”

“A stupid idea.”

“Hmm,” Saps leaned even further, his breath tickling the back of Flux's neck. “Admirable.”

“Suicidal.” His voice sounded strained. Saps had so much fun it was difficult to stifle his grin.

He put his chin on Flux's shoulder. “That's a pretty map. You're quite the artist, you know?”

Flux did not respond. He stopped moving all together. Didn't even seem to have a rebuke. And most definitely forgot about his displeasure with 3BelowZero’s plan. 

“You know, I want to build a vacation home. Somewhere high up, where no one would bother me.”

That seemed to pull Flux out of his flustered state. “You're not coming with?”

“You know I don't like politics,” Saps waved his hand. It was actually a tough decision. It would be harder to make sure Flux wasn't slipping back into old habits if he wasn't around, but he needed to have no connection to any nation to be made the mediator for the meeting. He needed that role to be his. He'd be smarter this time, he'd make sure of it.

“You don't have to be involved with politics. You can just live there with me– us. 3BelowZero is a bit of an idiot, but he's a good man.”

Wow. Flux wasn't fighting like this the first time around. It almost made Saps agree. It was so obvious Flux already liked him. They never spoke about it the first time, there was just this tension between them that both of them knew of but didn't act on. Only Flux ever confessed, and that was right before he died. 

It was a little funny watching Flux fumble around while knowing full well he had a crush on him. 

“I believe you. But you know I'm an antisocial bastard.”

Flux laughed. He seemed to forget about their position. “Was that why you looked like a literal spy the first time we met? You watched us for like five minutes before I turned around.”

Saps gaped. His cheeks flushed slightly. Did he really stare that long?

“No I didn't.”

“You did!” Flux laughed again, delighted. He turned his head, and suddenly they were millimeters apart. 

Both of them stopped breathing. When Saps looked into Flux's eyes, he saw the same expression of shock he felt. 

Neither of them moved for a while. Then, Flux's eyes briefly glanced down, and Saps’ well practiced control was slowly slipping. They never kissed, back then. It would be so easy to just lean in. He saw his own desire reflected in Flux's eyes. 

It would be so, so easy.

Just as Flux started to lean in, they both heard a rustle. 

Immediately, they whipped their heads around and both of them had their swords out in a matter of seconds. 

It was Ish.

Who was staring at them with a confused, but clearly delighted expression. 

He never wanted to kill that man more.

“Saps, Flux! Please, don't let me disturb you!” He winked at them, and disappeared. 

The two of them were left gaping, the moment crashed and burned. 

Flux was the first to clear his throat and go back to his map. Not raising his head for even a second. 

Saps wasn't doing much better. To think they almost…

Fuck. He really wanted to choke Ish. It's too bad gods couldn't be killed. (If Flux tried, he'd probably find a way. He was crazy like that.)

“So…” Saps started. Flux tensed, but stopped sketching. “Vacation home?”

“Right. Right. I'll help.”

“Right.”

Silence. 

“I think I'm going to gather some wood.”

“That's a great idea. I'm going to finish this map.”

“Great.”

“Great.”

Saps fled. Flux put his head in his hands. Both of them were as red as the apples they ate.

Somewhere, Ish was laughing his ass off.

Things didn't stay awkward between them. They both silently agreed to not speak of that and go back to being the bestest of friends. 

This time, when Flux left to form Luminara with 3BelowZero, Saps went with them just to start making some connections. When they passed by the Cass Coalition, he was introduced by 3BelowZero to Cass, who was as friendly as in his first life. This time they also stayed for a few hours in the Coalition on Saps' suggestion. He said it would help with leaders being more knowledgeable about each other. Everyone agreed with him. Flux looked at him with an unimpressed expression, however, as though he was saying “don't like politics, huh?”. Just because he didn't like them, didn't mean he was oblivious to them, alright?

Then the subject of the bridge came up. 

“And so we wish to connect our islands, so that when the barrier falls, the Island One residents know we mean them no harm.”

Cass looked impressed, and seemed to approve of the plan. “That's a good idea. It's important to let them know we can be their allies.”

Saps subtly glanced at Flux. Although he didn't look happy, even pouting ever so slightly, he didn't comment. And Saps didn't think he would.

Perhaps their debates and discussions really were helping. 

Saps couldn't be more proud.

Which was why he took matters into his own hands. 

He propped his chin up on his hand. They were sitting on a circular table in Cass’s home, as she kindly invited them inside. 

“What will you do if they use the bridge to attack us?”

The table fell silent. Everyone was surprised, 3BelowZero and Cass with similar expressions of confusion. Like they couldn't fathom the Island One members invading them. 

Meanwhile, Flux was gaping like a fish. Clearly, he didn't expect Saps to voice his concerns. Much less in the presence of two leaders. But Saps had no such reservations. He was not part of either of their nations. He was an outsider. He spoke for no one. Unlike Flux. 

“Why would they attack us?”

“I'm sure you've seen the posters. “Death to Island Two”, and all that. Everything we hear from them gives the impression that the moment the barrier falls, they'll come to kill us all.”

3BelowZero looked shaken. “They must be capable of peace. Everyone is.”

“Maybe,” Saps agreed. “Are you willing to bet on that?”

He fell silent. Cass looked at him thoughtfully, while Flux was staring at him like he was a stranger. 

“What would you propose, then?”

Saps leaned forward. “A defense pact. All nations of Island Two come together if one is attacked by outsiders.”

Flux piped up, then. His eyes boring into Saps'. “If what you say is true, there would be no time for the nations to come together.”

“You're right.” Saps nodded. “Which is why another precaution would be required. The day the barrier falls, we send a group of people with guards to give Island One resources. And later, we open up a trade route, so that there is no reason for them to steal from our island. We'll give them what they want fairly, while not making them dependent on us.”

Silence again. 

“And if there is an attack while the delegation is out there?” Flux asked. He sounded more mellow than during that fateful meeting. It didn't sound accusatory. 

It sounded thoughtful. 

“Nations closest to the sea will be prepared to fight off invaders, and every other nation will be on standby. If they attack, we attack straight back.”

Cass leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Are you sure you're not looking to join any nation?”

“Hey,” Flux protested immediately, all thoughts of war bleeding out of his mind seemingly, “Don't try to steal him. I met him first.”

Cass looked at Flux, and there was that familiar glint in her eyes. 

“From what I understand, he doesn't want to join Luminara, either.”

Flux scowled. “He's my friend.”

Cass smiled kindly. “He can have more than one friend.”

What was happening right now..?

3BelowZero met his gaze. The other shrugged, but he looked amused. His expression was knowing. He didn't even seem to remember the fact Flux was questioning his bridge.

Eventually the other two stopped bickering. Cass looked far too pleased with herself, meanwhile Flux kept glancing at Saps as though afraid he was going to vanish. 

…He really fucked the timeline up, didn't he?

He was absolutely loving it.

“Well,” Cass started, when they were about to leave. “I'll give your suggestions some thought, Saps. You're welcome anytime in the Cass Coalition.”

Saps smiled gratefully, “Thank you, Cass.”

Out of the corner of his eyes, Flux seethed. 

On their way to finding a home for Luminara, Flux sailed close to Saps. They were at the back, looking over the immigrants. 

“What was that?” Flux demanded, stopping Saps in his tracks.

“What was what?” 

Flux glared at him. “Don't play dumb. Why would you say something like that?”

“Weren't you thinking the same?”

“I– But I wouldn't say that with two leaders,” He hissed, slapping Saps' arm. “You just met the two of them, and you could've lost their favour immediately!”

Saps paused. What was this about, really?

“What?”

Flux ran his fingers through his hair, annoyed. “What were you trying to achieve? Losing every ally you just met?”

“I just asked a question.”

Flux's eye twitched. “You don't say things like that. Especially not when you know the stance of the higher up! You were talking to leaders who could've told every other leader that you weren't someone trustworthy.”

Saps really was lost. He thought this would be about Saps saying what Flux was thinking over the last weeks. That Flux would ask why he said something like this when he kept trying to convince Flux there was no need to worry. And… Did he actually manage to do that?

“What are you mad at me about, really?” Saps asked, because Flux was not making any sense. 

“You could've been in danger, Saps!” Flux yelled out. He clenched his jaw, and threw his head back. “Fuck, how can you be both so smart and so stupid?”

Saps gaped. 

This was about Flux…

Being concerned about him?

Actually… Now that he thought about it… He kept dissuading Flux from the idea of Island One invading. He seemed to finally start considering it and looking for other options. 

But in the process….

Did he make himself seem like someone Flux needed to protect? After all, Flux thrived when there was someone he could care for. That's mostly why he was so adamant against sending aid; he didn't want Island Two to suffer. 

And with his hopeful attitude, still based in reality, Saps became someone Flux trusted, and wanted to protect. 

Oh. 

Oh.

“You were worried?” Saps asked, his voice usually soft. 

Flux avoided eye contact, crossing his eyes. “If I won't be, who will? You're too trusting, Saps.”

In the process of eliminating one purpose from Flux’s life, Saps created another. 

Was Flux's purpose keeping Saps safe?

Saps watched Flux. The man was clearly uncomfortable, but he wasn't denying it. He wasn't denying being worried.

Saps smiled. “I'm honoured.”

Flux groaned, regret setting in. “Oh, fuck off.”

He laughed, “No, really! I'm happy you worry, Flux. But you don't have to. I knew I'd be fine. Cass and 3BelowZero don't seem like people who hold grudges.”

Flux sighed. “That's the kind of thinking that gets you killed.”

Saps shrugged. Flux groaned again. They finally locked eyes again, and Saps' smile turned softer. 

“Besides,” He said quietly, raising his hand towards Flux's and intertwining their fingers. “I knew I'd be safe. You were there.”

Flux flushed slightly, but didn't let go. “Idiot. You really will get yourself killed one day.”

“No I won't. You'll be there to protect me.”

“Damn right I will.” Flux grumbled under his breath.

Maybe, things would be okay.

Saps just had to keep doing what he was doing. If making Flux change his mind towards Island One required becoming someone Flux gave his all to protect instead, Saps would take that place gladly.

When Luminara was finally settled, Saps stayed there for a few days, watching over the citizens. When homes and all the other buildings were built, the construction of the bridge began.

He was on the bridge right now, handing some materials to a Luminaran. When he turned around to go back, he saw Flux standing on the other side, looking right at him. Saps raised his eyebrow, and walked over to him.

“Can I help you?”

“You're leaving today.”

“I am,” Saps nodded, dusting off his clothes. 

Flux didn't say anything for a while. Then, he reached into his inventory and pulled out a sketchbook. He handed it to Saps, who looked at it with a confused expression. “Look inside.”

Though slightly suspicious, Saps did as Flux asked. 

He saw his home. 

Saps stared at the sketch for a long while without a word. His silence seemed to unsettle Flux, since he kept shifting from one leg to another. Nervous. Flux, nervous? Fluixon? That man was never nervous.

And yet.

“You don't like it?”

“I love it,” Saps breathed, his eyes not leaving the page. “I love it, Flux.”

This was his home. The home Flux made into an execution hall, once upon a time. 

That wouldn't happen this time.

“Oh,” Flux breathed out a sigh of relief. When Saps looked up, he noticed the other man looked immensely pleased. “That's good. I'm glad.”

“Seriously, Flux.” Saps locked their eyes and stepped closer. “It's beautiful.” Just like you are.

Flux flushed slightly, breaking the eye contact. “Surely it's not that great–”

Saps shut him up by surging forwards and wrapping his arms around Flux in a hug. Flux's arms automatically hugged back like clockwork. “It is. I'm so happy you were the one to design my home. Thank you, Flux.” 

Only Flux could design Saps' home, because the man himself was home.

“Of course, Saps.” Flux breathed, resting his chin on the top of Saps' head. “Anything for you.”

Anything for you.

Anything.

Saps wanted to kiss Flux stupid. He really, really did.

Unfortunately, they weren't alone. When Flux started to pull away, Saps let go, although reluctantly. 

“I'll come by whenever I can to help you build. I can even take the guys with me.”

Saps smiled, “Just focus on your duties, Vice President.”

Flux rolled his eyes, exasperated. “My duties aren't more important than you, Saps.”

Saps would beg to differ. But it was nice to hear something like that, so he just accepted it. Sue him, Flux was unfairly romantic even when he didn't realize it. 

“I should pack.”

“I'll come with you.”

“Flux.”

“I'm free. Seriously. 3BelowZero gave me the day off today.”

Saps almost laughed. He thought back to the man's amused expression, and yeah. He definitely suspected something. Hell, maybe he even knew.

It wasn't Saps' problem, though. Flux would have to deal with the teasing by himself.

“Fine. You're unbelievable.”

And so they went. Flux didn't leave Saps' side for even a second. And when it was time for Saps to leave, he was the first to hug him. 

“I'll visit you soon.”

“You don't have to.”

“I want to.”

They looked at each other, still embracing, their faces so very close. They looked around them. There was no one there. Maybe they could…

“Hi guys!”

No fucking way.

They turned. Ish was there. He saw their position. He saw Saps' expression, promising murder. He wisely vanished in a millisecond.

They let go of each other. They didn't say anything at first. Then, Saps cleared his throat.

“Well. I'd better go.”

“Yeah. You should.”

The two shared one more look, an awkward handshake (why the hell did they shake hands), and Saps got into his boat. Flux stayed on the shore long after Saps was gone.

Now that Saps was alone, he had time to plan. He already started to win Flux over. And it seemed to be working. He just had to keep it up now, and there'd be no assassinations. 

At least by Flux's design. 

Queen Jophiel was at the point of having a lot of influence on Island Two. The Cass Coalition was slightly too small, while the Commonwealth was deep into their in-fighting. He didn't have to worry about other nations of Island Two that much. Luminara wouldn't be a problem so long as Saps made sure Flux didn't start plotting and scheming. He probably wouldn't feud with Aperion, either, if he didn't have a reason to argue to begin with. 

Soon, word of Island One uniting would spread through Island Two. Saps knew it wasn't about war, but the volcano, as Schpood had shared during one of their rare meetings. But the others wouldn't know that, and that would make them scared. Just like last time. 

However, this time they started talking about uniting first. He shared that idea with Cass and 3BelowZero. And they would, possibly, share it with other leaders. 

He had to have faith in Flux to stay neutral to the plan. Saps didn't think he'd ever approve of it, maybe only after he saw the results, but what mattered most was that it wasn't refuted by him. 

Later, he'd worry about Island One. There were some things he wished he could prevent, but he couldn't do anything so long as the barrier was up. 

Maybe he could even play mediator for Island One, too. They needed one. The Blue Cross didn't seem to be enough.

He hoped he could prevent Turntapp’s and Benji’s deaths. Turntapp's probably wouldn't happen so long as he didn't become too chummy with Island Two. Which is a problem in itself. Maybe he could one day change the hearts of The Covenant? Well, Turntapp probably wouldn't have one if Saps wasn't there and telling him about his tragic life. But he'd worry about that later. 

Netherite would be an issue. Flux would definitely grow wary again when the news inevitably spread. But maybe Saps could convince Cynikka to share the resources somehow? 

He did think she and Flux were kind of similar…

He'd find Knight_Arcturus whenever the man escaped. Saps knew these islands like the back of his hand. He was on the run for months. 

He'd find him.

Then, he would be returned to Schpood.

What else?

He didn't know much about the other conflicts, so he didn't know how much he could change. Saps was only one man. It was already challenging managing all those leaders over the two islands. 

And he once said he wished to be away from the politics. Why did Flux have to be such a paranoid little cockroach? (A very handsome and beautiful cockroach, of course.)

Later that day, he got a visitor. 

He crossed his arms and looked at Flux with a raised eyebrow. “Flux. I left literally yesterday.”

Flux crossed his arms right back. “Yeah, and you have nowhere to stay. I have to help you build your house.”

“I can do it myself. You're the Vice President of Luminara.”

“I got another day off.”

Saps stared at Flux with an incredulous expression. This guy was worried about Island One invading literal weeks ago?

Was his crush that bad?

“How many days off does a Vice President get?”

Flux smirked, “However many I want. 3BelowZero is very flexible.”

Wow. These guys were total dumbasses. That wasn't how you led a nation at all.

He loved that dumbass in front of him so much he wanted to scream. 

“Fine.” Saps sighed. “Let's go gather sand.”

He pretended not to notice Flux grinning winningly. Just the mere sight of that smile made him weak in the knees.

They spent the rest of the day gathering sand. Flux kept complaining about it getting in his coat, but every time Saps suggested he take it off the man just wrapped it tighter around himself and hissed “never”. Then he proceeded to almost pass out because of how overheated he was. Saps had to tear that damn coat off of him. (By tear, he meant he very neatly pulled it off of Flux and even folded it into a cube upon Flux's glare.)

When they went back to Saps' tent, Flux almost passed out on Saps' sleeping bag.

“I am so tired.” Flux groaned, spreading out on the ground. 

Saps stared down at him with an unimpressed expression. “You have a nation to return to.”

Flux tried to glare. He just looked petulant. “Are you throwing me out, Saparata?”

“I am telling you that you have duties to return to. You can't just stay here.” Saps replied, calmly.

“No I don't.”

There was no point in arguing. It wouldn't get anywhere, anyway. Saps sighed and sat on the ground. Flux stared at him weirdly. Saps raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Get over here.”

“What?”

“I said, get over here. You're not sleeping on the cold ground.”

Saps looked at the sleeping bag. “We won't fit in there.”

“Then we'll lay on it.”

“That defeats the whole purpose of a sleeping bag.”

“Saparata,” Flux narrowed his eyes at him, voice cold. At this moment, he looked the most like how he was back in Saps' first life that he got whiplash. “Get. Over. Here.”

Saps gaped.

He completely forgot how Flux got when he was really, really tired. He gave absolutely zero fucks, and was downright manical. 

Saparata, like the obedient and with a will to live best friend he was, got over there.

Immediately, Flux clinged to him, hid his face in the crook of Saps' neck, and wrapped his arms around Saps.

He was asleep in seconds.

Saps didn't sleep for some time. He didn't get nightmares anymore. They stopped a week or two after he came back. Mostly because he more often than not slept with Flux in his tent. For the longest time, no one bothered to make another one for Saps alone.

He just wanted to enjoy being this close to Flux.

Yesterday was the first time in a long time he slept completely alone. Even back in Luminara, they slept in the same room. They said it was because “Saps didn't want to take up a room that could be used by someone else”. In truth, they just didn't want to be separated. On the road they slept in the same tent, and in the same sleeping bag. In Luminara they slept in two separate beds but close enough for it to be considered one.

Yesterday he was alone and it was miserable.

He almost had a panic attack when he woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't hear Flux's breath. 

He thought he was woken up from the most amazing dream he ever had. 

Thankfully, he wasn't. He was just very attached to Flux now, it seemed. 

Maybe, he thought, looking down at Flux. Who was looking the most peaceful he ever did, and it was only with Saps. 

Maybe, he thought, Flux couldn't sleep without Saps, too.

Eventually, Saps fell asleep as well. 

He didn't wake up once.

Fluixon: We need a mediator. Island One is uniting. There's a meeting of the leaders. Will you come?

Saps' breath caught.

It was just six days after he left Luminara. Flux was here yesterday, much to Saps' chagrin. 

It was time.

Saparata: I'll be there.

It was time to find out whether Saps' efforts were enough.

As he sat down in his chair, his eyes found Flux's. Once again, he was there instead of 3BelowZero, who was busy building the bridge. 

All of the other leaders were there.

Flux looked back. 

Saps almost gasped. 

There was no urgency in those eyes. No coldness. He didn't even look all that invested. He was tense, yes. But that was like everyone else after hearing news of their sister island uniting. 

His eyes looked… Warm. When he looked at Saps.

Queen Jophiel took the stage. “We have gathered here to discuss the sudden news. We have gotten word of Island One uniting. I have asked you all to come here to figure out our next step.”

Whispers. Leaders looked between each other. Flux, to Saps' amazement, stayed silent. 

Cass spoke up, “I have a proposition.” 

All of the leaders turned to her. “Cautiousness is necessary. We do not know those of Island One, nor their traditions and desires. I propose a defense pact; once one of our nations is attacked, all of the others go to war.”

“We can agree with that.”

“That's good.”

“What about a nation like Luminara?” Saps found himself speaking. The leaders all turned to him, and the only reason why he didn't cower was that he once saw them declare his own execution. This was nothing compared to that.

Meanwhile, Flux looked confused that Saps had brought that up. Saps wondered if the other man was even planning on speaking.

“What of it?” Asked Cass, but Saps knew she already understood. They talked about it already, after all. She was just doing it to give him a way to go on.

“Luminara lays the closest to Island One. If they were attacked, before any other nation caught up, they'd all be already dead.” Saps sat up straighter. He nodded towards AlkalineAlke. “Same goes for Aperion. The defense pact is not enough.”

“What do you propose, then?” 

Saps smiled. Cass was giving him the perfect opportunity. He was meant to be here as a mediator; he wasn't even a higher rank. He was just someone not linked to any nation. 

But it was clear Cass already found his plan to be the most suitable, and was willing to give him openings to speak. 

Alkaline seemed surprised to be dragged into this, but did not argue against his point.

Flux looked quite similar to how he did back when Saps did this the first time; Saps almost winced. He was definitely going to lecture him afterwards. 

“I propose this; when the barrier drops, troops will be stationed in Luminara and Aperion, in case Island One attacks. At that time, all the nations should be prepared to jump into the action if it is necessary. If Island One attacks, a messenger from Luminara or Aperion leaves to send the message while the troops fight off the invasion and buy the rest of Island Two time.”

Cass looked pleased at his answer. The other leaders looked thoughtful. Jophiel spoke up, with a small frown. 

“While I believe the defense pact should go through, I'd also suggest preventing a war in the first place. I suggest that when the time comes, we send aid. Resources, food, gear. Whatever Island One needs at that moment. That way, we will show we are not a threat to them.”

The leaders nodded, in agreement. Saps kept sporadically glancing over at Flux. He was terrified his efforts were not enough, even if the man hadn't spoken at all yet.

Jophiel glanced at Saps, which caught him slightly off guard. “Do you think sending aid is a good idea?”

Well that's just weird. But glancing at Cass, and her encouraging smile, he realized she must've spoken to Jophiel about him already. 

Now he was getting nervous. What if the other leaders thought he wasn't fit to be a mediator because of the fact he wasn't only watching over the meeting and making sure everyone was heard? Saps couldn't let that happen. 

“It is. Although I think sending guards with the crew would be a good idea, just to be safe.”

Jophiel nodded, “Of course.” She turned back to the leaders. “Does anyone else have anything more to add?”

The people at the table all looked at each other. Saps subtly glanced towards Flux, his heart racing. 

He wasn't even looking at the leaders. He just kept staring at Saps, with a disapproving expression. 

Saps blinked. 

“Saparata?” Jophiel spoke to him, and Saps turned, dazed. “Please, hold the vote.”

“Right,” Saps cleared his throat, and looked around the table. “All those in favour of the aid, defense and offense plan, say aye.”

“Aye.” Everyone said.

Including Flux. (Albeit quietly.)

The meeting ended. The Commonwealth left, as did Aperion after a nod in Saps' direction. Cass and Jophiel went to the side to discuss. Flux was staring right at him. 

Saps gulped.

Flux stood up. He closed in on Saps, and pulled him up. Then he dragged him off without even saying his goodbyes. He ignored every request to stop that Saps made, and just before they left their eyesight, he saw Jophiel and Cass smirk and wink at him.

He was being betrayed left and right, here.

“Flux, please. What's going on?” Saps tried again, to no avail. 

Finally, when they went into the woods, Saps was pushed against a tree. Flux's hands were on his shoulders, and he was so close Saps could feel his breath tickling his eyebrows.

“Flux?” He said quietly, dread pooling in his stomach. Did he read the entire situation wrong? Was Flux about to kill him? 

“Saparata,” Flux said, eerily calm. It sent goosebumps down Saps' body. Flux leaned forward. “Do you never listen?”

Saps drew a blank. He could only rasp, “What?”

“You were supposed to be the mediator, Saps. The only reason why I suggested you was because I thought you'd sit there quietly, like I asked you to.”

“What– You never asked me to–”

“I did! Back when we were on our way to Luminara!” Flux yelled, his fingers digging into Saps' shoulders. He almost winced. “I told you I was worried when you spoke against leaders, and here you went, doing the very same!”

Oh. It really was about–

“But Cass–”

“Cass is one person. Jophiel is another. But there is Aperion, who you brought up randomly. And there's the Commonwealth. Not to even mention each nation's subordinates. You could've made yourself a target in any of those people's minds. How can you be so stupid?”

“I was just trying to help–”

“And what if your help ended with you being imprisoned? Exiled? Executed? Saps, what you did was very dangerous.”

Oh, this was rich. Coming from the guy who planned his execution. He wanted to snark back, but this Flux never did that. Not only would it be confusing, but also not fair.

Still, he wouldn't go quietly. 

He spoke without thinking.

“And who are you to say what I can do and what I can't do?”

The moment those words left his mouth, he regretted them. Flux looked like Saps just sucker punched him. Saps wanted to take it back. Take it all back. He wanted to rewind time. He didn't mean it. Of course he didn't mean it. He was just angry, and–

“I see.” Flux said stiffly, letting go of Saps. Stepping back. Saps desperately wanted to feel his touch again, and wished for it to come back. Even if it was to slap him, or punch him, or break his bones. “I suppose I am no one, Saparata.”

Saps' eyes widened. Flux used his full name only when he was worried or tired. That wasn't the tone of someone who was worried. No. No.

“Flux–”

“Fluixon.”

No. Nonononono.

Please, no.

“Flux–” Saps reached out, but Flux stepped away. And then he turned away from Saps. 

“Goodbye, Saparata.”

Saps stood there, frozen. Long after Flux— Fluixon left, he was still standing. His palms were bleeding from how much he was digging his nails into them.

He didn't know how he went back to his half finished house. (Not a home. Flux was home.)

He didn't know when he fell asleep.

All he knew was that the nightmares were back, stronger and much more cruel. 

And that he just lost his heart again.

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Days blurred after that. 

He got up. He tried to work on the house. He threw up. He gave up. He went back to sleep. He had nightmares all night. He barely slept.

Repeat.

It was just like the months after he killed Fluixon.

He still remembered how one day, Cass had come by, only to find him on the ground next to Fluixon’s grave. He was unresponsive at first, she told him. She said that she thought he died, even though it would've shown up on her communicator if he did.

She stayed with him for a couple days after that. When Saparata told her that she had a nation to look after, she just looked at him sadly, but firmly.

“My friend needs someone to look after him, too.”

He got slightly better during those days. Not being alone all the time helped. Cass was a blessing. She helped him eat frequently, took him out for walks, and forbade him from spending more than two hours at Fluixon's grave.

Eventually, she had to go back. But she made him promise to never let it get that bad again. Or at least to come to her when it did.

Saparata promised. And he kept the promise. He really did. At the end there, well. He just got too tired to go on.

That Cass would slap him upside the head for saying that to Fluixon. And she'd look at him all disappointed, seeing him lose himself again. Current Cass probably would, too.

He wanted to keep his promise. But he just couldn't.

He got his second chance. 

Fluixon was right there.

He could've had him. 

Saparata could've finally told Fluixon he loved him. 

And he ruined it all, just because he was annoyed at Fluixon. Who was just worried.

He fucked up. 

And he didn't think he could fix this.

Cass and Jophiel both messaged him a few times regarding the meeting. At first it was to ask about what happened when Fluixon took him away. He didn't reply. Then it was to invite him to another meeting. He didn't reply then, either. 

Then, they asked whether something happened between the two of them.

Saparata almost replied, I lost my heart.

But he didn't.

It turned into worried messages. Asking him how he was, where he was, why he wasn't replying. 

He never told anyone other than Fluixon, who only told his friends, where his vacation house was. 

Saparata was glad he didn't.

Sometimes, he felt Ish watching him. He never acknowledged the god. How could he? He failed. Ish had faith in him, and he went and screwed everything up by saying the wrong, not true, terrible thing. 

Saparata wished he still had that tower of his on Island One. (No matter the fact he couldn't even go over there.)

He wished he could run far, far away. 

Anywhere that wasn't still smelling of his Fluixon. 

Blood. Red. Blood. Redredredredred—

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe.

He killed him. His heart is dead. The love of his life is dead. His world is dead.

He killed him.

He's dead. Right there. On the ground.

He's bleeding. 

He's smiling. 

He's saying he's sorry.

He's saying he loves him.

He's dead. Red. Blood. Dead. His heart and soul is dead.

Red fingers, red armour, red floor, red coat, red sword—

He's dead. He killed him.

His heart was dead.

Dead. He is dead. Blood on the snow. Whisper in the wind. Rewind.

Alive. His heart is alive. 

Gone. He's gone. His heart is gone and it's all his fault. 

He did this. His heart is gone.

His heart is dead, his heart is gone.

His Flux is dead, his Flux is gone.

Saparata killed his soulmate. He's dead. His one and only. His heart. His soul. His home. His, his, his.

Saparata lost his soulmate. He's gone. His one and only. His heart. His soul. His home. His, his, his.

Saparata woke up with a gasp. Tears trailed down his cheeks. His heart raced. His blood was icy. His body shook. Terror racked him.

He would never get used to this.

He wiped the tears away, and slowly got up from the floor. He forgot to get to his tent again. 

Oh well. 

He went out to the main hall, only to stop dead in his tracks. 

“Thomas?” His voice cracked terribly. From both unuse, and the screaming each night. “NewKids?”

The two of them paused their argument to stare at him. Saparata wondered what he looked like. Not good, he imagined. He didn't remember when he last showered. Or changed his clothes. Or ate. He only ate when he passed out several times in a row. 

“Fucking hell,” Thomas muttered, horrified. “I'm not sure who's got it worse.”

NewKids nodded, looking at Saparata with furrowed eyebrows. “Those are the clothes you wore during the meeting. That was nearly two weeks ago.”

“Fucking hell.” Thomas repeated, sharing an incredulous look with NewKids.

“What do you need?” Saparata cut in, already wishing he could just go to sleep. Even if sleep meant blood and red and loss. At least then, he got to see Fluixon. Even just for that, suffering through those nightmares was worth it.

“We?” Thomas laughed, exasperated. “We don't need anything. We're here for you.”

“...Me.” 

“We're taking you to Luminara.” NewKids elaborated. 

Dead. Gone.

“No.” He took a shaky step back, his heart thundering in his chest. His breathing grew ragged. “I can't.”

“Yes, you can. We're taking you.” Thomas argued, getting closer. “Consider this a kidnapping, if it makes you feel better.”

“No.”

He couldn't see him. He couldn't. He didn't want to see those cold, cold, cold eyes again. 

NewKids placed a hand on Thomas's shoulder, stopping his advance. “Wait. Something's not right.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow, “What?”

“Look at him. He's shaking. And– Are those tears?”

The two of them looked worried now.

“Saps?”

No, no, no, no.

It's Saparata, not Saps. 

Fluixon, not Flux.

Saparata took another step back. But in that moment, his vision blacked out. Oh. Right. How many times did he pass out today? Probably the fifth. He hasn't eaten in three days. Or maybe longer.

He heard shouting. Just before he hit the floor, someone caught him gently. He couldn't do it anymore.

He passed out again.

“Do you think he's been like this this whole time?”

“Maybe. I don't know. He's lost weight, and he's extremely pale.”

“He wasn't eating.”

“No. He probably only ate the bare minimum.”

“I thought it was him that did something.”

“I think that we don't know the whole story.”

“Probably.”

“...”

“...”

“Should we show him?”

“I don't know. He isn't doing much better.”

“At least he ate.”

“I guess.”

“He should see him. Those idiots need to finally get their act together, this is getting ridiculous.”

“You're the same as Snowbird.”

“Look, is it wrong of me to not want to have to listen to Flux talk about him every hour of the day? Not like this, though. I wish he'd talk at all, even about Saps.”

“I know.”

“How much longer do you think he'd last?”

“I don't know. It depends on if he actually… Still wanted to.”

“...”

“...”

“Let's show him.”

“...Okay.”

Voices. A hand in his hair. Warmth. 

Voices. Fingers running through his hair. Warmth.

Voices– “-ast ate?” Fingers running through his hair. Warmth.

Voices– “-n't know.” Fingers detangling his hair. Warmth.

Voices– “-id you feed him?” Fingers running through his hair. Warmth. 

“Yeah. We made him eat a gapple and some bread. Light on the stomach.” Fingers running through his hair. Warmth.

“Good. Did he wake up at all?” Fingers running through his hair. Warmth.

“No. He passed out when we found him. NewKids searched his place, and found it was like he wasn't there at all those last few weeks. He seemed to work on his house, but stopped at some point.”

“...I see. Food. What did he eat?”

“I'm not sure. There wasn't much there to begin with. I did see some potatoes on the ground. But they looked rotten.” 

Fingers, tightening around his hair. Warmth, closer than before.

“Make some food. Nutrient, but easy to digest. Make Hvyrotation wash his clothes, and have NewKids fetch some fresh ones. Make one of them bring some of my own for now.”

Fingers, loosening around his hair. Warmth, close.

“Okay. Should we prepare a bath?”

“Not yet. Later. I'll call for you when he wakes up.”

“Right.”

“Wait.”

“...Yes?”

“...Thank you for finding him.”

“Of course.”

Click. Fingers running through his hair. Warmth, close.

Air, tickling his hair. Warmth. 

“Oh, Saps. What will I do with you?”

Good, good, good. Yes, yes. Saps.

Saps fell back asleep.

When he woke up again, it was to humming.

He knew that song. 

When he was still settled in Luminara, Fluixon used to hum it so that Saps could go to sleep easier. Even if the nightmares were gone, he still struggled with sleeping. So Fluixon hummed for him.

He loved that song.

Only Fluixon knew it.

That meant–

His eyes shot open. There. Right in front of him, or more like over him, was Fluixon. 

His heart.

His soul.

His home.

When he noticed Saps watching, he stopped humming. Saps just realized the man was running his fingers through his long hair. And his head was on Fluixon's lap.

He wanted to cry.

His heart was here.

“Fluixon?” He rasped.

Fluixon grimaced. “Okay, yeah, that's weird. Just Flux.”

Saps cried.

Flux– his Flux, his heart, his soul, his home, hishishis– looked alarmed, immediately leaning down and wiping Saps' tears off.

“Hey, hey. Don't cry. Please don't cry.”

That just made Saps cry harder.

(“Don't cry.

Not for me.”)

“Saps. Saps. Hey. Look at me.” Flux gripped Saps' cheeks, gently. “You're okay. It's okay. Don't cry.”

“Flux– Flux,” He repeated the name like a mantra. He missed calling him that. He missed Flux.

“I'm here. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.”

Despite any and all protests, Saps cried like a baby for more than ten minutes. Flux never gave up on trying to get him to stop. When Saps finally did, the other man looked incredibly relieved. 

“I'm sorry.” Saps blurted out immediately, wanting to reach up with his hands. But they didn't even move. He was so tired. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear. Please, believe me, I didn't mean it. I'm so, so sorry.”

Flux's expression turned pained. “Oh, god. Don't apologise. Please don't apologise. I forgive you, okay? Just stop apologising.”

Saps stopped, only to sniffle. He was about to cry again. 

“Don't cry,” Flux said, panicked. He leaned down, and quickly kissed Saps' forehead. “Don't.”

Saps didn't. Because he had a more important thing to worry about.

Flux just kissed him. Saps stared owlishly at Flux. He was dazed. Did that just happen? Did Flux just kiss his forehead? Was he dreaming? Please, please, it can't be a dream. 

Now that Saps wasn't crying, Flux wasn't panicking, and it was the aftermath of a kiss, the two just stared at each other. Both of them were flushed. Neither broke eye contact though.

This had to be real. Right?

“Please tell me you're real.”

“Of course I'm real,” Flux said with furrowed eyebrows.

“That's what not-real Flux would say.” Saps reasoned.

“Really? And what would real Flux say?” The other inquired, the corner of his lips tilted up.

“He'd say I'm an idiot and I'm stupid.”

“Huh. You're right. You're an idiot, and stupid. Very.” Saps eyes widened.

“Oh god. You're real.”

“I am real.”

“Real Flux kissed my forehead.”

“Real Flux kissed your forehead.”

“Oh god.”

And Saps passed out again.

“Don't do that. I know you're still awake.”

Saps opened his eyes with a sheepish grin. “It was worth a shot.”

Flux rolled his eyes, but it was immensely fond. “You're such an idiot.”

They stared at each other again. Saps frowned. “I really am sorry. I didn't mean that. I promise you. I don't know why I said that.”

Flux sighed, and shook his head. “I know you didn't. Stop apologising. And you're not the only one at fault. I was too accusatory. I made you feel trapped.”

“You didn't.”

“I did.”

“How would you know?”

“I saw it. In your eyes. But I just kept going. I shouldn't have.”

Saps went quiet. Did he feel trapped? He didn't think so. He just felt annoyed that Flux would bring up the execution, even though he had no idea it actually happened… Although, maybe he did feel like that. He just elected to ignore it.

Flux was very close back then. He looked familiar to how Saps saw him towards the end, right before—

Cold eyes, unwavering determination. Two different situations, but the same person.

Maybe he did feel trapped.

“Maybe you're right. But I was cruel.”

“No. You just said the truth.”

Saps' heart stopped. No.

No.

No way.

“No.” He said firmly, daring Flux to look away from him. “I did not. You have a right to be worried about me, you're my best friend. I knew you didn't like what I was doing, but I still did it. I was wrong.”

Flux sighed. Saps didn't back down.

“Fine. We're both at fault.” Flux conceded.

“Fine.” Saps agreed, reluctantly.

They looked at each other. Flux's thumb caressed Saps' cheek.

“Let's just put that one behind us, why don't we?.”

“Okay.” 

Saps was falling asleep for real with Flux being so gentle with him. Flux looked pleased. It seemed to be his goal. Damn him and his smirk.

He wanted to say something about that smirk, but didn't get to. Because he actually did fall asleep.

“You are not helping me bathe.”

“I won't look.”

“It’s still a no.”

“You're still weak. You barely had anything to eat.”

“You will be literally right outside of the door. I'll be fine.”

“What if you fall? What if you pass out? I won't be quick enough to catch you.”

“Flux.”

“Saps.”

“Flux.”

Flux grumbled unhappily. “Fine. But if you die, I'm killing you myself.”

Saps rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

Saps did not die. Flux was just being dramatic .

Saps was in fresh clothes (Flux's clothes, he thought giddly), he was bathed, and he was full. 

And now, Saps and Flux were sitting in front of each other. Not sure what to say.

Eventually, Saps began. “How was Luminara?”

Flux shrugged. “I don't know. I haven't left this room in two weeks.”

They stared at each other.

“You are the Vice President, Flux.”

“You implied I didn't mean anything to you.”

“You are the Vice President.”

“I can do whatever I want.”

Saps groaned. “You are unbelievable. No wonder Thomas and NewKids went searching for me.”

“Yeah. And they found you half-dead.”

“I wasn't half-dead. I ate.”

“A potato, a rotten one, every few days.”

Saps looked away. Flux sighed, “Look, at least they forced me to eat. You were almost dead when they found you.”

“Not true. I would've been fine.”

Flux raised an eyebrow. 

Saps knew this was a battle he would not win. He swallowed, and resolutely stared at the floor. He murmured.

“I thought I lost you.”

There was silence. Then, Flux reached out for Saps' hand. He intertwined their fingers.

“I thought so, too.”

“We are pathetic.” 

“I know. Snowbird and NewKids kept saying that to me.”

“What did you say?”

Flux snorted, “Nothing. I went mute for those two weeks.”

They looked at each other.

“So pathetic.”

“Incredibly pathetic."

In the end, they reconciled. It only took Saps almost dying, but that was neither here nor there. When the two of them finally checked in with Cass and Jophiel, they were blown up with messages. Mostly about how they were worried, to never do something like that again, and that they were happy they were okay now.

(Saps was a little surprised by how invested the two were. He only met with Cass a few times, and Jophiel once. 

But it was nice to have them, nevertheless.)

When Flux left his home alongside Saps the next day, who was now after several healthy meals and looking much better, they stumbled upon 3BelowZero, who expressed his happiness at seeing Flux again, as well as Saps and Flux together.

He also told Flux he had mountains of paperwork to catch up on.

Saps gave the man a look that said “I told you so” when he groaned. 

They went out onto the beach, away from the bridge and curious, prying eyes. They sat down on the sand, and held hands.

They stared at the horizon.

Saps wondered if Flux had a change of heart in those two weeks. But seeing him now, no trace of hatred on his expression, told Saps all he needed to know.

Besides. He spent those weeks depressed, just like Saps did. It's not like he really had the time to think about the other island.

At some point, Saps leaned his head on Flux's shoulder. Flux leaned his head on Saps'.

They didn't say anything. They just stayed close to one another, and watched the sunset. When the moon came up, Flux raised his head. He nudged Saps silently, who felt more than a little sleepy, and gently clutched his chin. 

They looked at each other, no words passing between them.

All that needed to be said was already said. Or soon to be said, anyways.

Flux was the one who leaned in, again.

Their lips nearly connected, and then—

“Hey, you're together again! Did you finally make up? I knew you could do it, guys!”

They froze. Their heads ever so slowly turned towards him. Ish noticed their position. He looked horrified. 

“Three times?” He whispered quietly. As though he feared for his life.

Good. He better be scared.

Because if he didn't get out of there in two seconds flat, Saps was going to pounce on him and beat the ever living shit out of him. 

Flux probably shared his thoughts, based on how tense he got. And how his eyes seemed to almost shine with anger.

Ish did not need to look twice. He disappeared as quick as he came.

Saps took a deep breath. Three times. Three times they could've kissed. 

No. 

They were kissing today. 

Fuck all this. 

Saps reached out, took Flux's chin in his fingers, turned his head towards him, and he could see the split second of surprise before their lips finally, finally met.

It was heaven. 

Although Saps linked their lips fast, their pace was slow. Languid. There was no rush, not anymore.

Saps melted into the kiss, and Flux did so right back. Flux's lips were soft, so soft. They tasted just like Saps thought they would. It was just Flux, Flux, Flux. 

It was just them, and the sound of the waves.

Eventually, the kiss ended. They leaned their foreheads against each other's, and just looked into each other's eyes. It was at that moment. This moment. The moment Saps was waiting for in both of his lives.

“I love you, Flux.” Saps breathed out like a prayer.

Flux's eyes crinkled as he smiled. “I love you too, Saps.”

Finally. Finally.

He couldn't help it. Tears filled his eyes. He leaned forward and hid his face in Flux's neck. His heart embraced him immediately, and whispered assurances. 

He just needed to let it out. 

They didn't work out the first time. Too little, too late.

They almost didn't work out in this life, too. 

But they did. 

Flux was finally his.

This was the best moment in both of his lives.

“Saps,” Flux said quietly, running a hand up and down his back. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” Saps said thickly. “I'm just so happy. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Saps.” And he hugged Saps tighter.

It was fine. Flux didn't need to know that wasn't exactly what Saps meant. What mattered was that they loved each other, and that was all. If Saps had it his way, Flux would never know about the previous life. No one would ever know.

That was a secret Saps was prepared to take to his grave.

Things went back to normal after that.

Saps stayed at Luminara for a couple more days, before leaving to work on his home. (It was home again. He had his home, so he could finish this one too.)

Flux almost left with him. He stayed only because Saps told him he wouldn't kiss him for a month if he did. He didn't even budge when told he had paperwork. Saps had to resort to drastic measures.

He could still remember the look of absolute betrayal and horror on Flux's face. Every time he remembered it, it made him laugh his ass off.

He went back to his vacation home. Flux didn't visit for a whole two days. A win was a win.

And most importantly. 

There were no assassination attempts. 

Apparently, Seraphim was fine with the compromise that happened at the meeting. Jophiel was alive and thriving. All the other leaders as well.

Saps succeeded in stopping Flux by literally becoming something he had to use his all to protect. 

Saps wasn't smug, but come on. That's skill.

It seemed the only thing he had to worry about now was Island One and its conflicts. 

And Flux dropping by randomly.

Seriously, he did that way too often. Saps began to wonder if maybe 3BelowZero won't hire an assassin to take him out. Except whenever he visited Lumiara and walked hand in hand with Flux, the man smiled, so maybe no assassination attempts will be had.

There was also the issue of Saps becoming a more influential figure. Leaders kept asking him for his opinion, especially with the aid plan. He showed each message to Flux, because they were now transparent with each other about everything and Saps promised he'd do this safe.

Saps went to meetings sometimes, in various nations. He was like an advisor, except he didn't work for a single nation but all. Flux wasn't too happy, but didn't go as far as to lock him up in Saps’ home, so that was a plus.

Then, they went back to Luminara one day. And met up with 3BelowZero.

“I've been thinking, Fluixon.” He started, looking up from his paperwork. “You've been in Luminara less and less. I'm not accusing you of anything, of course. I was just thinking… Maybe this isn't the right place for you.”

Flux bristled. Saps felt his stomach drop. Was he–

“Are you firing me?” Flux's voice was cold.

“Let me finish.” The man scolded. Flux didn't reply, his jaw clenched. “This isn't the right place for you. Obviously, the right one is by your partner's side.”

The two of them froze, all of the fight draining out of Flux in a moment. At the same time, they said, “What?”

“Saparata is becoming more and more sought after. Wouldn't it be nice if he had someone to watch his back?”

Flux gaped. Saps wasn't doing much better. 3BelowZero was smiling serenely. 

“I think you'd make for a wonderful guard, Fluixon.”

They looked at each other. Then at 3BelowZero. Saps tried to argue, because what was this timeline, how was Flux possibly leaving Luminara again?

“But you need a Vice President.”

“Elections are held for a reason.”

Flux interjected, “You want me to leave Luminara behind?” This time, it wasn't accusatory. More like Flux was getting all the facts together. Which made Saps whip his head around to stare at the man incredulously.

“Of course not. Luminara will always be your home. But you aren't happy with your current position. And being able to protect your beloved sounds enticing, doesn't it?”

Flux was gone. There was no way Saps was recovering this. “Hm. Would this be a position granted to me by you, or an independent one?”

“Independent. Saparata does not have ties to any of the nations, besides having you as his partner. It's not my place to pick and choose his closest allies. Right now, I'm raising the possibility of this decision.” 

“I'll think about it.”

Fuck. That, in Flux-speak, meant a wholehearted yes. 

“Flux, you can't be serious. You've been Vice President almost as long as we have known each other. You've wanted this position since the start."

Flux looked back at him. “Can't desires change? What I want most now is to protect you from harm.”

God. Does he know he's romantic as fuck, or is he oblivious to it?

“I can take care of myself,” He tried in a last ditch effort. He really could. He was the better one at combat between the two of them, even if by a smidge.

“But you don't have to. That's why I'm here.”

Fuck. Saps was gone, too.

Damn him and the fact he cannot resist that man at all.

Saps sighed. “Fine. If that's what you want.”

Flux smiled. “It is.”

Saps could not help but smile right back.

“Marriage?” Saps raised his eyebrows, tilting his head. “To who?”

Jophiel hummed, stirring her tea. “It's just an idea. If I were to marry one of the leaders of Island One, it would be easier to secure peace between the islands.”

“Isn't that a little old fashioned? You should get to marry someone you actually love.”

She smiled. “Who's to say I won't fall in love with that person? And anyway, it's just an idea. I wanted to run it by you.”

Saps sighed, taking a sip of his tea. “Well, it's probably not the worst. But only if they are friendly towards us. It is dangerous otherwise.” Saps knew they would be, but it was still good to be cautious. Who could she marry, anyway? Cynikka? It would be sort of opposites attract, he guessed. Maybe Turntapp? No, he wouldn't get that involved with someone from Island Two. Benji? He didn't seem like a guy to marry, honestly. Schpood?

Ha. As if. The man was his friend, but come on. Jophiel was way too good for him.

“Thank you for your insight, then. It is much appreciated.”

Flux tapped on his shoulder from behind Saps’ chair. Jophiel had invited him to sit next to Saps at the beginning of the meeting since she didn't believe he had to be so formal around her, but Flux refused, and stayed professional. “We have a meeting at the Cass Coalition in an hour.”

“Ah, I won't hold you here much longer. Go, go. Have a break and have some fun before the next meeting. I know you must be dying for it.”

Both Saps and Flux flushed. “We wouldn't–” 

Jophiel looked delighted. “Oh? I meant fun as in having a sparring session, or playing a game. What did you think I meant?”

…Saps took it all back. She was perfect for Schpood.

Saps couldn't believe it. He was dragged into more politics this time than the time he was unjustly framed. Saps had to stand between so many Commonwealth shouting matches he felt like he was going deaf. When he complained about it to Flux (without mentioning the framed bit), the bastard just said that's what he deserved for showing off his competence. 

If Saps didn't love him so much, he'd shove him and his smug grin right into the mud. 

Actually, he did do that. Flux was not happy. His face was covered in dirt. So was his coat. He genuinely looked to be on the verge of tears when he saw his coat turn so dirty.

Saps immediately felt bad. Flux talked about some kind of last memory under his breath as he futilely tried to wash the stains off, and Saps wanted to jump off a tower and die. (Again.)

When Flux went to sleep that night, dejected and miserable, Saps spent the entirety of it carefully scrubbing the coat clean of any dirt and stain. He would've sewed up some holes, as well, but he already made a mess. What if the holes had some special meaning behind them too?

He realised that was a little ridiculous, but there was no way he would destroy that coat even more.

In the morning, Flux found Saps asleep on the outside of their home (Saps' vacation home quickly turned into their home after the man started to spend most of his time around Saps) with a freshly cleaned coat and massive eye bags.

Upon Saps waking up, he was met with a hug so tight he could barely breathe, as well as a scolding for staying up so late. But since that day, whenever the coat needed to be cleaned (or there were holes to sew up, no, they were not sentimental, as Saps had found out), Flux came to Saps with it. It felt amazing to be trusted with such an important item.

(Saps couldn't help but wonder.

What was Flux's reaction when he saw the burned coat after he rose from the lava?

Did he feel anything? Did he scream? Did he cry? 

Saps wished he could ask, but the only person who could answer that question was dead.)

Soon, the barrier would drop. Soon, Saps would have to go to Island One and find a way to mediate between the two islands. Soon, they'd all find out kindness was worth it.

But now, Saps was in their home. In their room. With his partner hugging him close. 

A cough. “I hate being sick.” Flux complained. He tried to protest against being in the same bed, room and home as Saps, but the man would hear nothing of it. 

“I know,” He carded his fingers through Flux's raven locks. 

“Why can't you just feed me a ton of gapples and be done with it?” Flux complained.

Saps rolled his eyes and kissed Flux's forehead affectionately. “It doesn't work that way. You know that.”

Flux groaned. “Can't you at least try?”

“You're a brat when you're sick. Did you know that?”

“And you're mean. How can you say that to a sick person?” Flux rasped, offended.

“I have to keep you on your toes.”

“You just like bullying me.”

“Yes, that's mostly why.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too.”

When Saps said he was going to the Cass Coalition, Flux naturally followed only to pause in his tracks.

“There's no meeting there today.”

“I know. Cass invited me over for tea.”

Saps kept walking. 

“Tea.”

“Exactly.”

Flux stepped in front of him, arms crossed.

“You can't go.”

Saps raised an eyebrow. “Because?”

“You just can't.”

“Come on, you can't just say that. You need a reason for that.”

“Cass will be there.”

Saps blinked. “...Obviously. It is her nation.”

Flux's jaw locked.

“You are–” He let out a frustrated sigh. He uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to Saps, staring right into Saps’ eyes. “I don't want you to go.”

“Because?”

“Cass will be there.”

“We have already established that, Flux.”

Flux's eye twitched.

“I don't want you to meet with Cass.”

“Why?”

“She's– I–” He huffed and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Come on, Flux. Use your big boy words. You can do it.” 

“Jealous.”

Saps blinked. “What?”

“I. Am. Jealous.”

Slowly, a delighted grin spread across Saps' face. Flux immediately looked regretful.

“Oh, Flux, you should've said so sooner!”

Flux turned around, speed walking down the hall. Saps laughed and chased after him. 

“Hey! Don't run from me!”

He managed to catch up, and push Flux against a wall. The man's cheeks were flushed, and he was avoiding eye contact.

“It's not bad that you're jealous. I'm flattered.”

Flux raised his eyes only to glare.

Saps laughed. He decided to spare his boyfriend.

“You don't have to worry about Cass, Flux.”

Flux narrowed his eyes. “How do you know that?”

“Because Cass doesn't swing that way.”

Flux froze. His face became even redder. He looked away, mortified. “Oh.”

Saps chuckled, and took Flux's cheeks into his palms, getting those eyes to focus on him again. “I can't believe you didn't notice.”

Flux huffed. “It wasn't obvious.”

“For me it was. Have you ever seen her eye a man? Now think about women. You can't tell me you haven't noticed her outright gawking at pretty girls.”

“Stop talking about this.” Flux pleaded.

Saps sighed. He was such a great partner. “Fine. Can I go hang out with her now?”

“No.”

“Flux.”

“You promised we'd be finishing sketching the extension to the house.”

Damn. He did promise. 

“You're a sneaky bastard.”

“Thank you.” Flux said with a pleased expression.

And for the rest of the day, they were thinking of  how big the extension should be. Saps didn't need to hold any meetings inside of it so far, and he honestly hoped he wouldn't have to, but it would be nice to have some more room for guests. 

He remembered how lonely he was in his first life, and he didn't wish to repeat it.

Saps also sneakily sent a message to Cass when Flux wasn't looking.

Saparata: Mission accomplished.