He looks up at the ceiling and sighs.

"He never said anything."

"He was scared - he was so scared, he was so careful, he didn't want to die -"

"By all accounts he walked right into it."

Sigh. "He is the biggest idiot with a martyrdom complex in a family of some pretty big idiots with pretty big martyrdom complexes."

Macalaurë is staring at him intently. "And you want him back."

"He didn't want this to happen - he told me about Voa's idiot allocator -" he bounces it -

Savo said to me 'I'd rather die' and it was the most - it was the most - I hadn't thought about it that way, since dying is obviously the same thing, but for him it's not and once you have that choice it's so blindingly obvious - yes, the normal and ordinary way to feel is to think you'd rather cease to exist than sever such a part of -

He makes a face. 

He stands up. "Silmarils can do backups," he says. "If the chip's damaged we can write one that's not. No one's grown a whole healthy body from a cell culture yet but we've been funding work in that direction, it's probably not far out -"

"Thank you."

"If you're lying to me - or if you've been hurting him -"

"You'll tell my parents to send me to Lórien?"

Flinch. "I - no -"

" - I believe you," he says. "But I wasn't sure, a moment ago, and I don't think you've really thought through what it means that for the last hundred Years he could not trust you enough -"

" - that long -"

Sigh.

He goes back to singing.

He leaves.

He announces that he's going to resurrect his son himself, the chip not having been damaged (it was, but the Silmarils can fix it). They pour more money into the relevant bioengineering.

He doesn't want to know how much Fëanor was told or how conditionally he's participating. He goes back to the terrible planet. Visits the site of the explosion, which has been all cleared up and decontaminated. Writes the families of the prisoners who were used as bait, because Maitimo would have done it - will be glad to know it was done -

They have robots which can do most red tasks adequately, if not perfectly. They have a demonstration in the excessively pretty embassy they've built themselves in Voa.

Some oranges who interface with red communities pick some reds to stay for the transition period to do what the robots can't yet. Everybody else can leave whenever the Elves wish to take them.

How is the pilot refugee program going?

The reds really like it here. They are participating in the political process to cause the place they are in to be more capable of handling... not-Elves. Nini's father has a photoblog of his daughter playing with her Elf friends.

Great. They sign up a bunch more small and medium-sized communities and dedicate three lightleapers to transferring Voa's reds. They move them in batches of fifteen thousand. (They're building more lightleapers, but it's going slowly).

The first batch gets a resettlement location near a skiing town with a quiet offseason in Ossiriand's mountains.

These reds had a more orderly transition and are slightly less timid.

It might also help that their greeters have light brown hair and read detailed accounts of what was confusing when the first batch landed in the Falas! They have a sign with the town's laws in Vo, they have the houses all built, they are delighted to have them as neighbors and don't have a caste system here at all and hope they had a pleasant journey.