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''I know it’s an awkward time to think of this. But the man who came with you is not what you think … If it’s anything like his MO, he will try to seem sympathetic, perhaps helpless, earn your trust. Somehow try to gain your affections.''<br><br> | ''I know it’s an awkward time to think of this. But the man who came with you is not what you think … If it’s anything like his MO, he will try to seem sympathetic, perhaps helpless, earn your trust. Somehow try to gain your affections.''<br><br> | ||
− | Mike | + | Mike warning had come a year too late. They’d come close to crossing paths, insanely close. The same day I’d left Mike on Salisbury with that buried Mustang and a promise to join him on Miranda, Joshua was on ''Trafalgar'' in orbit over Mike’s head. Had I a crystal ball at that moment, I would have made Nika turn the ''Gift'' around and high-tail it for a point far away from either of them. But that’s not what happened and as I’d walked away from one man, I’d walked unwittingly into the sphere of another and somehow found myself unable to leave.<br><br> |
Was it stupidity on my part? Or was it Fate? Was it delayed gratification of repressed biological need or was it something deeper, something meant to last forever? Hindsight could only show me where I’d been, catch every mistake I’d made on my path to the present. It could not show me my future. Santayana had once said that those who failed to learn from history's mistakes were doomed to repeat them. What if the mistakes weren’t mistakes? How could I know? <br><br> | Was it stupidity on my part? Or was it Fate? Was it delayed gratification of repressed biological need or was it something deeper, something meant to last forever? Hindsight could only show me where I’d been, catch every mistake I’d made on my path to the present. It could not show me my future. Santayana had once said that those who failed to learn from history's mistakes were doomed to repeat them. What if the mistakes weren’t mistakes? How could I know? <br><br> |