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Where was his father—his mother—his family? He felt as if a crevasse had opened up beside him and half his universe had disappeared into it, as if he teetered on the brink of some bottomless pit. He shivered and dragged the bedcovers over himself. It was like something Ky had said—tried to say—about her family’s death. He had been so sure he knew how she felt, what it was she had to cope with. An adult, someone who’d been out on her own…how bad could it be? He had known nothing. As the shiver built into shudders, as he felt himself engulfed in a sorrow colder than death itself, he knew that
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I'm glad you realize it. That makes up for some of your smug, condescending bullshit in the series thus far.
“You know,” Toby said, breaking into her reverie, “I really think I can make another one.” “Another one what?” Stella asked. “Ansible,” Toby said. “Like the one Captain—Cousin Ky left with you. Small enough to fit on a ship, I mean.” “That’s—” She started to say “impossible,” then stopped.
Maybe if you stopped being such a judgey cunt, and started supporting your family - both Toby and Ky - you'd be less lonely because you wouldn't alienate everyone.
An idea tickled her, the first positive one she’d had in a long time. “If you could make another one…a few of them…we could put them on Vatta ships—”
How are you acting like this is some fantastical new idea when Ky said it to you at the end of the last book?
