"I was made an offer, yes."
August turned away from Bosco and, pulling his hands out of his jacket, lifted them slightly and hopped one by one down the stares until he stepped onto the paved walkway below, his bare feet making a small splashing sound as they met with the wet surface.
"You sound like you didn't mind it at all. Must have been nice."
"Now that just makes me sound heartless. They did cut into my head you know and that wasn't exactly pleasant," he said as he pointed a finger at his dripping wet hair. "I am a little relieved to be out of there, I just don't like to dwell on the past." He walked a few feet out into the grass, realizing that the green strands that grew from Earth's soil felt slightly different on his skin. Not extremely, but compared to the grass on Artemis the grass here was a tad bit rougher, not that he minded. In fact it actually felt kind of good on his feet, especially since drops of ran covered the ground. The rain here smelt and tasted differently too, but that didn't matter to him. Rain was rain no matter what sky it came from.
"Oh, I could share, but I am sure you would it find it boring. It revolves around me believing that our homecoming will not be as pleasant as we hope, and not because the of the little job that the humans have for us."
There was no answer from August. He merely watched Bosco as he spoke and listened carefully to his words. What he said was very true. Chances were, even if they did manage to slip their way past the plans the humans had for them, Artemis might not be so welcoming when they return. They'd all been experimented on, so what's to say that any of them were trustworthy enough to live on Artemis again? And even if they were welcomed back, there's the possibility that the whole ordeal with them being captured and put through torture might lead to Artemis raging war on Earth. Artemis isn't some planet full of fools ether. If the group did happen to go along with returning as spies, they'd be found out sooner or later and be most certainly sentenced to death as traitors, and dying wasn't something August planned on doing any time soon.
"Well, it is not that important yet. Thoughts change depending on what we have to go on."
August spun around on the grass, stopping to look up at Bosco. "Now that's the way to think! Planning ahead is so boring anyway."
"Though speaking of curiosity, I think I am going to check out the rest of this place. Do you want to come with me?"
"You're asking for my company? You must've really missed me!" He spoke in a joking tone with a smile still on his face. His face turned towards the sky one last time and he felt a little strange for just a second as he thought of the fish that would normally be swarming around up high, enjoying the weather just as much as he would. Mentally shaking his head to toss the thoughts away, made his way back up the stairs and pushed open the front door.
"Lead the way!," he said as he went inside and stepped over to let Bosco get in front of him, though he made no attempt to hold the door open for the other boy.