It s a trick only the strongest and most desperate to remain who they were can manage. Roz and his image float next to her. His thoughts travel to her, sliding inside her. There isn t much time left to decide. I don t know.
Solar winds blow hard radiation through the airless night.
Solar flares reach up millions of miles into space grabbing like fists for anything they can annihilate. The giver of life becomes its destroyer. She thinks of Kindra. But she doesn t share these thoughts with Roz. She never told him that she had killed Kindra.