(You don't have to read this. Literally. At all. All they did was infuse life into a stone by the spire. Don't read this.)
They were resting again. In between a pile of rocks that had toppled on them when Henry had died. It seemingly didn't bother either of them - slithering in and out was certainly no problem for them, even if Mordecai did bump his head off various rocks a couple of times, causing him to curse quietly,
With them was a new addition to their life. A small, yellow stone that practically pulsed with life. Henry was insistent on carrying it everywhere, even if it weren't their friend yet. Even if it had been, their friend would be dead now.
It did not leave Mordecai's head that Heinrich had been carrying around some stranger's corpse - or at least, he hoped it was a stranger. Somehow, it would have made it worse if he were hauling around one of their dead friends around.
..Well. Even if it were their friend; it would become their child if Heinrich wanted to fuse life into it, but something about Heinrich seemed almost hesitant to do so.
Henry loved his new friend - he had given it a variety of different names but none of them seemed to stick. Suzy, Clarence, Jason, Tanja. His name for the little yellow rock seemingly changed every hour.
Even now, he watched the little stone, wide-awake with a smile tugging his lips. He loved it, perhaps just as much as he loved his brother. He didn't want to put life into it just yet - he loved carrying it around with him everywhere he and his brother went, but perhaps he'd enjoy an actual thing to come out of it. Conversation partners would never hurt, at least.
Mordecai, on the other hand, could use with less conversation partners. If he were honest, he would have preferred Heinrich did not turn the gem into a baby and kept carrying the gem itself around. If Heinrich were to become a father, that would mean he would have to share responsibility with it, given that he and his brother shared a body, after all.
Responsibility was beginning to scare him, too. He couldn't keep his own brother safe, who was always right next to him. A child would be horrifying.
Henry looked towards his brother, seemingly asleep. He had decided he wanted to, but he couldn't do it in the rock-pile where there was limited space. Nudging the head next to him, he murmured. "Morty."
"What?" The reply was almost instantaneous, signifying that Mordecai was not, in fact, asleep at all.
"I want to move Robert."
"Who?"
"The stone."
He saw, from the corner of his eye, Morty shift and look over.
Mordecai had his doubts, but he usually did. "Why?" he asked, not bothering to move his head.
"So we can make him into a person."
"Why?"
"For company."
Mordecai barely shifted. "Where will we go?"
Henry had already picked the little topaz up into his mouth. "The spire?"
Before he could let Morty answer he shifted and began to slither out of the rock pile and began heading towards the spire with a stupid grin on his face. He was excited for Robert to become a real living, breathing thing and not just a rock.
Mordecai grumbled, hitting his head off a few rocks as Heinrich exited their home. "This is a bad idea," he said.
"How is it?"
"What if it is a bad person?"
"We'll teach him to be good."
"What if it doesn't listen?"
"Of course he'll listen."
"What if it hates us?"
"Why would he?"
Mordecai went silent again.
Henry was completely convinced this would be the best idea ever. As he got closer to the spire he gently placed the topaz down.
"Now what?" asked Mordecai. There was no reply.