I took a deep breath.
"We will definitely win at life, my girls. And then, everybody will live happily ever after, and not even just for a few months, or years... There will be decades of good life!"
After this, I gesture Foehammer to turn the transmission off. For a moment, the silence lingered…
Then I heard a sob.
My head spun toward the sound, and I saw Worriesgone tearing up.
"This was so touching, F-father, Mother," she said, rubbing her eyes. "You s-said such, such n-nice things! I n-never tho-thought…"
Echoing her, other Artists bees in the room were tearing up, too. The Researcher looked away and was suspiciously rubbing her face, and only Foehammer was acting calm, although her expression was also full of unnamed emotions.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't—!" I tried to get up, but Amby kept me tightly in her lap.
"They will calm down on their own, Necty. Right now, there are way more bees that we have infected with these feelings—you can't help them all."
