so he too calmed down, sat down into his seat and tilted his head once
more to the stars.
“
That’s right” Mar n added. “I’m no more a threat to you than you are to
yourself. There’s nothing to fear from me, nothing to hate me for, but you’ll
find out. You will. And when you do, I promise that I will let you, that I will
let this… go.” Derek in his ever s ll pose, replied “I’ll always see you as a
threat. You’re a murderer.”
“
Ahh boy, you just fail to see what’s necessary. That’s why you and your
comrades lack what it takes to defeat us, and don’t worry, I’m not gonna
give another one of those ‘you have
to be willing to take lives,
act on
demand’ speeches. Fail to see the threat, and you will fail your goal. In me
boy, you will learn.”
Derek didn’t want to believe it. He knew that Martin made sense, but it
defied everything he was brought up to believe. He stopped thinking
about it. He had to, despite how much it dug at him from the inside.
The ship, it was much like the orphanage he grew up in. He felt alone
despite being surrounded by people, but those people were strangers.
Those ‘Knights of The Cove’ probably have their own stories to tell,
but nobody speaks. Nobody can leave. Outside is death. Inevitable and
ever-lingering. Stepping outside the orphanage would be opening the
hatch on this fighter craft. Derek peeked back at the handle. Jeyne was
standing right beside it. Wow. Suicide before he even got out the door.
At the orphanage they told him that who they were didn’t matter to
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