“I lost so many bees,” said Adam. “I keep losing them.”
Adam was sitting on the roof, watching his hive. Dante sat nearby, nursing an energy drink. Gladys stood by the edge and watched the city.
“If it helps,” said Dante, “we wouldn’t have won without those bees. They died as heroes or whatever.”
“True,” said Adam. “I nearly died.”
“You get used to it,” said Dante.
Adam placed a hand on his bandaged shoulder. “I do not want to die like this.”
“You’re trying to make the world better, Adam? You probably won’t have a choice how you die.”