“Astra indlinant, sed non obligant.” “I know this is tough to imagine, but not all of us speak Latin.” His lips tip higher. “It translates to the stars incline us, they do not bind us.” My eyebrows hitch, my education feeling grossly inadequate as I try to make sense of the words. “And that roughly translates to?” He dips his face and kisses my shoulder. “We have our own free will. No star, god, or other power can force us to do anything.”
