Delta lets his shoulders sag a bit. "I'm sorry. Having... him there hurt. Seeing him. Talking to him. Hearing his voice... Getting to ask if..."

But there was no more chance. "I want him back, and I can't have him. I'm a child that took some fragile toy, broke it, and then got upset when no one could put it together again. How pathetic is that?"

But he doesn't want an answer. He wants a bulb of garlic. "Think they have good ginger?"