Hyong laughed. Of course the aliens were waiting to talk. What better display of intellectual capacity and the desire to communicate?
The bombers neared. He was glad to have witnessed this meeting, however short.
His tablet buzzed. He swept across it and Miss Ryu appeared. Her eyes were puffy and red. “Hyong!” she gasped. “You have to go! Namgung–”
“It’s okay,” he said. “There is nowhere to go.”
“No!” she cried. “I love you!”
“I love you, too,” he said and then turned the camera on the Inquisitor and Jazarah. He spoke loudly above the approaching bombers: “Isn’t it beautiful?”