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Gloria Victis

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‘Earthdeirdre feels... sad.’ Planet’s confusion makes it a question.

The image of the interrogation cell flashes beneath Deirdre’s eyelids.

‘I wish for peace, not for battles, even if they’re victorious.’

‘There’ll be eternal peace.’

Deirdre isn’t sure if Planet understands the concept or just repeats her own dreams. It doesn’t matter. Soon all concepts and dreams will be shared.

Deirdre’ll taste Corazón’s suffering, her own betrayal. After Transcendence all will be forgiven. Or so she hopes.

She feels Planet in the back of her mind, whining like a child wanting answers. She sighs.

‘Have I ever told you about love?’