“XXV you don’t have to do this.”
“Yes I do.”
YVK was standing against the door of the airlock, as straight and stiff as if she were facing a firing squad. Which in a sense, she was. She looked pleadingly at her old friend.
“Please. You’re not like them. How did it come to this?”
“Yes I am. And you know perfectly well how, Subversive.”
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