This Is How You Lose the Time War

by Amal El-Mohtar

Some days Blue wonders why anyone ever bothered making numbers so small; other days she supposes even infinity needs to start somewhere.

But when I think of you, I want to be alone together. I want to strive against and for. I want to live in contact. I want to be a context for you, and you for me. I love you, and I love you, and I want to find out what that means together.

Dearest, deepest Blue— At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you. Red