“Yeah …” I say. “About that … I’m not going home. The beetles will save Earth. But I won’t ever see it again.” His joyous bouncing stops. “Why, question?” “I don’t have enough food. After I take you to Erid, I will die.” “You … you no can die.” His voice gets low. “I no let you die. We send you home. Erid will be grateful. You save everyone. We do everything to save you.”
