All the worlds you’ve seen, all the experiences you’ve collected — they’ll be for nothing. I saw in your file that you have the potential for Motherhood. If you gave yourself to be a Mother, at least all that would not be entirely wasted. Why throw yourself away? Have you considered Motherhood?” I jerked away from her, my face flushing. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, her face darkening, too. “That was impolite. Forget I said that.” “I’m going home. Don’t follow.” “I have to, Wanderer. It’s my job.”
