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Above the humming engine, we sat on a bank of seats in front of a large window, watching Tern pass by.
“I can’t believe the nerve of that fucking guy. Wanting to put up a statue of himself for no fucking reason. What about a memorial? Does he even know how many lives were lost? And he’s talking about the jewel color that would best represent his eyes. Remind me to never come back and visit.”
“Look.” I pointed out the window. On a vast plateau dotted with graneth grass, a small herd of mantu grazed. “Life is returning. A new start.”
Silver pulled me into him. “To a new start.”
“It’s only getting better from here, Silver.”
“I can feel it too.”
Our lips met as Tern faded into a swirl of pink for the last time.
