"Let's just say she did more for me than I could do for her," Caine hedged. He knew that Jupiter would hate to hear him say that he should have done more, and sooner, to protect her. She was happy with what her life had become, if still uncertain of what being Entitled truly meant. The wings were the only physical reminder he had of her in this galaxy, though he could remember her scent, and the way she smiled when he touched her, her shouts of delight when she took to the sky with him, using her antigrav boots to race his skyjacker wings.