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He could see the high cheekbones of his mother—the dark demeanor of his father.
He'd spent so much time in the stars, they'd become his refuge.
“And you’re still dead. So, who’s the bigger loser?”
"We have our own memories, now," Miles said simply.
“You don’t apologize or give forgiveness because a person deserves it, son. You do it for yourself. If you hold onto all that hate and bitterness, it’ll turn you ugly on the inside,” she explained as her hands continued to work. “And you don’t heal.”
“Each and every planet is unique. Not a single one is the same, and there’s nothing like stepping out of the vessel for the first time onto an unexplored piece of rock. To be the very first one to tread on a planet untouched by human beings is an incredible feeling.
"We're all just memories, son,"
Would he be able to look past the memory of Marla and fall in love with the shape of her?
With a shower of dust and time, the metal faceplate came loose.
He was a wasteland without shade.
You went to the stars to find me, but your memory is full of me, Tyler. That's where I am."