"Sorry," she said.
"Don't be. It's refreshing to see somebody so exuberant. And since you tend to be close-mouthed, it saved me a lot of questioning."
"Great Mother, I sure babbled, didn't I? I just couldn't seem to stop, I had to tell you-"
"I know, I know."
"Chris, it's so ... miraculous!" She looked at her arm, at the tattoo blazing forth on it. For the hundredth time she rubbed her skin in disbelief, her face showing that small remaining fear that it would rub off.
Chris reached for the fat candle, rolled it moodily around on its base, watching wax drip down the sides.
"It is wonderful," he agreed. "It's one of the few places Gaea can't touch. When you go there, you realize this must have been a pretty damn wonderful place to be, a long time ago."
She cocked her head and looked at him. He could not return her stare.
"Okay," she said. "You asked me out here to discuss something. A proposal, you said. You want to tell me what it is?"
He scowled at the candle again. He knew Robin valued directness and would be impatient if she sensed him stalling for more time, but he was unable to come out with it.
"What are your plans, Robin?"
"What do you mean?"
"Where are you going to stay? What are you going to do?"
She looked startled, then took another quick look around the crazy room he had built.
"I'm afraid I didn't think. That man, Conal, said it would be all right with you if we stayed here for a while, so-"
"That's no problem, Robin. This place belongs to all my friends. I'd be delighted if you made this your home. Forever."
She looked at him gratefully, but with a trace of suspicion.
"I appreciate it, Chris. It'll be good to spend a little time here and sort out the possibilities."
He sighed, and looked directly across the table at her. "I'm going to ask you right out. I hope you'll think about it before you answer. And I hope you'll be honest."
"All right. Shoot."
"I want Adam."
Her face froze. For a long time she did not move a muscle.
"What are you feeling right now?" Chris asked.
"Anger," she said, tonelessly.
"Just before that. Just before you clamped down on it."
"Joy," she said, and got up.
She went to the copper representation of herself on the far wall, and slowly ran her hand over it. She looked back at him.
"Do you think I'm a bad mother?"
"I haven't seen you in twenty years. I don't know. But I see Nova, and I know you are a good mother to her."
"Do you think I'm a good mother to Adam?"
"I think you're trying to be, and it's tearing you up."
She came back to the table, pulled the chair out, and climbed back up onto it. She folded her hands on the table, and looked at him.
"You're good, but you're not perfect, Chris. I told you I almost killed him when he was born. Maybe this will be hard for you to understand. If I had killed him... I would not feel like a murderer. It would have been the proper thing to do. Letting him live ruined me, politically, socially ... just about every way there is. I'm asking you to believe those things didn't enter into my decision."
"I believe that. The opinions of other people were never very important to you."
She grinned at him, and for a moment looked nineteen years old.
"Thanks for that. For a while their opinions were very important. You wouldn't have known me. But when he came out of my body and into the air, I took a good look at myself. I'm still doing it."
"Do you love him?"
"No. I feel a lot of affection for him. And I'd die defending him. My feelings for him ... Chris, ambivalent just doesn't say it. Maybe I do love him." She sighed again. "But Adam is not tearing me apart. I made my peace with him, and with our joint destiny, and I will be a good mother."
"I never doubted it."
She frowned at him, and rubbed her hand through her hair.
"I don't get it, then."
"Robin, I never intended to rescue him, because I never imagined he needed it." His face darkened for a moment. "I'll admit I worry about Nova."
"She almost killed him herself."
"That doesn't surprise me. She's a lot like you were at her age."
"I was meaner. The difference between me and her is I would have succeeded in killing him, and she didn't. And the reason she didn't is that she really didn't want to. She picked a time when I would have to catch her. She was acting out her pain, and seeing if I really would stop her."
"Do you think he is safe from her now?"
"Utterly. She gave her word. And you remember how important an oath was to me? Well, I was positively wishy-washy compared to her." She reached for the candle in the center of the table and moved it to one side. "Maybe you could tell me why you still want him."
"Because I'm his father." He took a deep breath. "I'm working from ignorance. I don't know what a family is like in the Coven. I don't know how it works with only women around. Do you marry? Does the child have two parents?"
Robin thought about it for a while, then grimaced.
"I talked to Gaby about some of this, a long time ago, and she told me about heterosexual customs. I finally decided the two lifestyles aren't that different. About thirty or forty percent of us pair-bond and make it work. Most of the rest of us try to make a life commitment, but it falls apart in a few years. About ten percent separate sex life and family life completely, have casual or serial lovers and leave it at that."
"Single parents," Chris said. "The divorce rate where I grew up was about seventy-five percent. But I'm talking about my upbringing, my feelings of ... what is right and wrong. And that tells me a father has a responsibility to his children."
"What about Nova? She's yours, too."
"I was afraid you'd ask me that. She's no longer a child. But she's still a part of me, and I will do right by her."
Robin laughed.
"You shouldn't grit your teeth so hard," she said. "It makes me wonder if you really mean it."
"It won't be easy, I'll admit that."
"Don't worry. She's a lot of things, but easy to like isn't one of them. But leaving that aside for a minute, and tabling the notion of you 'doing what's right' for Nova, whatever that may be ... you still haven't told me why you want Adam. Just because you're his father?"
Chris spread his hands, looked at them there on the table-big, work-roughened, and ineffectual.
"I don't know if I can." He realized he was very close to tears. "I've been bothered... I have ... doubts." He gestured toward his ears, half-hidden in his long hair. They were long and pointed. "I'm changing. I asked for it, and I want it ... I think. It's a little late to go back. Me and Valiha... oh, God, I can't get into that now. I can't begin to tell you about that yet."
He put his face in his hands and wept. There seemed no way to make her understand.
He didn't know how long he cried. When he looked up, she was still looking at him curiously. She gave him a small smile that was probably meant to be reassuring. He wiped his eyes.
"I feel cheated. I had Serpent and I love him dearly. I love Titanides. I'm going to be one some day."
"When?"
"That's part of my doubts. The process is mysterious. It's taking a long time, and it's starting to be painful. I suppose I could stop now, and be forever stuck between human and Titanide.
"See, Robin... Titanides are not human. They're better and they're worse, and they're similar and they're different, but they aren't human. Ninety-nine percent of me wants to be one so ... so I can't hurt again the way I hurt for such a long time. So I can understand Valiha, so maybe I can explain to her why I did the things I did. But that nagging one percent is scared to death to stop being human."