CHAPTER 31
Rapt in dark thoughts, Nemer had her eyes fixed on the hyperspace tunnel flashing outside the cockpit. Stars distorted into shifting colored stripes, immense nebulae expanded then vanished, like ink on the surface of a raging stream. The glimmer from that light show reflected onto the curve of her iris, but her pupils, like black holes, seemed capable of swallowing up every single thing.
She was heartbroken for Dan-Lee. She could feel her heart aching every time she recalled his death, but she felt nothing for Ruya. She had long locked her empathy away inside a prison of detachment. A conscious choice that more than once had saved her, and that was now paying off, yet again, sparing her some of the sorrow.
“There is no emotion, there is no passion, there’s only the Force,” sh
