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She let herself go under and felt the huge, rocking cradle of the waves rolling her forward to the beach, nearly weeping with relief—like going to the bathroom when you were really desperate, or drinking when you were really thirsty, or hearing the door open when you were really lonely.
You’ve got two scientists and an engineer and a nun and a lawyer and a banker and a cop and an artist. That’s not a defence force, that’s a cop and six different kinds of nerd.
She wondered again why anything that hurt them only hurt briefly, but that anger took such a long time to go away.
“Love and freedom don’t coexist, Warden.” Clack. “This is all there is to love? Simply by being in your life, I have added indelibly to its weight?” Pause. “Yes.”
“Those are my speed holes. They help me go fast,” said Kiriona quickly.
Nona reached out. She wrapped her arms around Hot Sauce. She whispered, “Hot Sauce, forgive me—forgive me so I can know what it feels like.” Hot Sauce was as still as a statue in Nona’s arms. Then she gently perambulated Nona toward the door—bumped her gently over the threshold—looked her dead in the face. “We’re cool,” she said, and, awkwardly: “I’ll always love you, Nona.” Nona found that huge tears were dripping out of her eyes, making it hard to see Hot Sauce.
“You live in a darkened house, and in your darkened house are infinite rooms. By the light of a dying candle you cross the room—knowing that when you reach the threshold of the next room you’ll be gone—the candle passed to someone whose face you can’t see clearly.” She urged, “Is God the flame? The light? The candle?” “The love of God is the trust that you won’t have to illumine that darkness alone,” he said.