"What was that?" Penelope asked.
"Let's save the questions for after I get you guys back home," Thomas said before he plopped down at the back edge of the rubble, sending a few loose pieces of metal tumbling down. He didn't care. He was immune to physical pain, but not mental pain. 'Finally, it's over.'
Penelope stepped away from him. "W-we're really going home?" she asked as she glanced at his father's wound.
Thomas scratched the back of his head: "I am sorry, for whatever it's worth. I had to eat. I don't expect understanding or forgiveness."
Junior jabbed a finger at the Shadox: "You cut off my father's arm and ate it in front of us!" He barked. He had inherited his father's stubbornness. "How do we know that you weren't fighting the monster just so you could eat us later?"
Alright, two chapters left in the arc and then we're going to wrap it up. Also I got an unfortunate announcement: I realized lately that I'm writing more than I actually have time for so I'm going to cut back to two chapters a week starting now. New schedule consist of uploading on 9-10 am PST on Sundays and Wednesdays.