“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.
