“I did not come here to convince you of anything,” Linsora hissed. “I came here to tell you what I plan to do. You can choose your own course. You can choose to let Moragh follow you. You can choose to be a target to whoever he says is a threat to you. Or you can choose to disappear on your own, make a move that he hasn’t engineered. Maybe he did want us to find the chart, but I don’t think he expected us to follow it immediately.”
“You cannot just take off, on your own, looking for phantoms,” Permac said. “A one-woman crusade to track your Lost Fleet? I don’t think you have my safety in mind. You’d risk your life, and mine, for the glory of a big homecoming parade! To have your name next to your father’s as a great archaeologist? That’s it, isn’t it? You can’t stand to be someone ordinary, can you?”
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