The Galaxy, and the Ground Within (Wayfarers, #4)

by Becky Chambers

You had to pause in the face of reflex, ask yourself if the narrative you attached to the knee-jerk was accurate.

(but, of course, therein lay the danger; convenience was morality’s most cunning foe).

‘But why?’ ‘Because I didn’t want to. And when it comes to a person’s body, that is all the reason there ever needs to be.

Sorrow was the right thing to feel when there were two doors in front of you and you knew that one of them was going to stay closed.