It was easy for Lynwood to be proud of where he came from—who he came from—because he knew. Faron didn’t even know what her family’s name had been before they’d been taken to San Irie to be enslaved. An entire history had been erased by imperialists like him, who bred all over Nova like rabbits. Faron, her eyes narrowed, snuffed out the flames that wrapped around her fist. “Of course you don’t respect hard work, if everything has always come so easily to you. My ancestors worked and bled and died for me to be standing here today, and that doesn’t make them lesser than you or me. Their hard
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