"The gear turned, interlaced with another, and another. His eyes traced the inner workings of the machine to the place where the light shone."
This is the continuation to the DWOTW prompt with the Part 1 here by 
Doing this was how Fulgram could clear his thoughts. He knows he will be hypocritical if he says he doesn't understand why Theseria was mad. He understood and that's what made him in turmoil too.
His kind never planned for this to happen. The pains they felt losing everything, their world... Gone in a flash like it never existed, and in their broken state, they had dialed some coordinates in search of safety which landed them here.
And to confess, they have come to love it here. Taught these people lots of things and help advance their world. Within those time frames, they have also fallen deeply in love and married those who weren't their kind. That wasn't meant to happen. Survival brought them here to prepare themselves to go to battle to reclaim their world, but fate had other plans.
He remembered how he met her, Theseria, she is a strong-headed woman and irked him with her bossy attitude. He never liked her, or so, he thought, until the unspeakable happened and they found themselves bound together as one. Chuckling loudly, he pulled the gear toward where the light shone. That was where their love story started.
Now, he doesn't know if it will continue. His kind has hurt them all, they trusted them and took them in, and never doubted them. His heart ached as he recalled how she walked out on him. It may seem like she was being unreasonable, but she isn't. No creature would allow that, especially when they haven't told them who they are.
A beep sound from the machine pulled him out of his thoughts. Pressing the red button, a voice came in.
"She's back, where are you?" The voice asked, and he needed no one to tell him who called, "Abalack" despite everything that occurred, he still didn't question them but worked toward having everything restored to normal. "Normal?" Can things ever go that way? He questioned the air that surrounded him. Pulling the gear, he reversed and move toward the plate where he will get to see her again.
Climbing off the plate, he went to the nest where he saw her wearing a scowl. The look made her old and he didn't like it a bit. Clearing his throat, she spoke before he did.
"You need to leave, all of you. You have all exhausted your welcome card. Go back to wherever you came from and let us be. It is better that way, staying with people we trust. It is safer". Turning around, she lifted her shoulder high to leave but his words stopped her from taking a step.
"We haven't ended our discussion, Thes..."
"Don't call that name". She spoke, cutting him off. "You exhausted the right to do that too".
Not minding her words, he continued, "We can't leave. There is no place to go. This is now our home, and right here we will stay".
Turning back to him, she responded with her eyes blazing "The nest isn't yours, your stay here has been terminated. Leave now".
"These..."
"I won't warn you again, let this be the last time you pronounce my name". She spoke sternly.
Gulping hard, Fulgram calmed his racing heart before he spoke again.
"Our home was raided and taken from us. We came here to gather more resources and create other weapons to reclaim our world and we worked toward it but things took a U-turn when love sets in. We are not wrong to feel it and you know that well".
"If weapons are what you and your kind need, you can create as many as you want and leave. I don't want you here anymore". She responded.
"I wish it were that simple, but it isn't. Not when we have all found reasons to continue living..." Staring at her, he continued, "It will break you if I walk out of the nest and I can't allow that. I have lost everything I have until I met you and now, everything lost has returned in million folds and I can't bear to lose again. Not anymore".
Sighing, he continued, "If space is what you need, I will give it to you, and know that I am ready to tell you all about my world. Every little detail will not be let off... I am sorry, so sorry things turned out this way. But we have to learn to live with it".
Holding a tip of her fingers, he said again, "I will wait and work toward making "trust" the new foundation in our lives and so will the others". And right there, he turned around and walk to another part of the nest.
