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

by Becky Chambers

war was nothing more than an argument in which no one had landed on a better solution than killing each other.

‘Well . . . to have your own planet means that despite knowing the universe is edgeless, that everything is relative to everything else, you feel there’s one place that’s the true centre of it. I don’t mean the true centre in an astronomical way, or a topographical way. I mean the true centre. It’s the anchor, the . . . the weight that holds the weaving together.