“You exploded stars in an attempt to kill everyone.”
“Such calamitous times. They were our civilisations that you saw at the dead star. The remains of our people. They knew there was no other way. The sacrifices made were … terrible. To stem the Morn contagion, they accepted their own end.”
“What else can you tell me that I need to know?”
“The Morn survive and they must be ended. That is all that matters.”
Three years.
“You have to help me more, give me weapons or information,” she said. “There must be something.”
“I don't have weapons, but I have two things to give you. My beloved fellow Tok excised much from my brain – the whereabouts of the Being and the Morn and the waybeads that would take you to them – but they didn't remove what I am. I could still deceive them when I needed t
