It's the same sort of conclusion he came to; the wings represent more targets for injury and therefore he's more vulnerable to attack. The only benefit to them is that his roommates seem to like his wings.

Once Heat has finished examining his wings, Serph folds them back tidily behind him, shaking his head at the question. "You're the only one I've seen since my arrival."

Five months.

Five months of not knowing exactly why Heat turned his claws on him. He'd resigned himself to not knowing the reasons, but the thought had sat in the back of his mind, a seed of undigested emotion that had only grown as somehow his life falls into the same patterns even while in another world.

Now Heat is here and Serph can't even ask him.

"We go to Nirvana." He leaves the implication that they will meet Sera and the others there unsaid. "That hasn't changed."

Even as the words leave his mouth, his gut twists. Something about it feels wrong, and yet strangely familiar. He doesn't believe the rest of the Embryon will be there; they are supposed to be somewhere else. But if he doesn't give Heat a direction, he'll tear apart the world looking for Sera.

And he'd much rather Heat be by his side.