She thinks that he might understand, and she wishes he didn't. With all her heart, she wishes that no one understood her, no one could say 'Something like that happened to me.' Far, far better to live in a universe where you were the only one so hurt (and again, that familiar sting of me-I'm-special pride) and when you described the horrors behind you, people would say, 'Nothing like that ever happens here. Nothing like that ever happened to me.'
"It might be an all or nothing rebalancing. And as well, there's the people outside the Empire; which includes all of Earth, at least when I departed. We may just have to take the bad with the good. I suppose at least I could warn the Earth not to trust anyone from the Empire."
She watches the flower disappear, not entirely surprised. It had probably been a little mean of her to give him the ploom, considering how he inhaled his food, but it was the first vegetarian dessert that had come to mind. "Well...I can spit in their eye, I guess, if they do come back. And if I even come into possession of a live ploom, I will let it seed in peace."
That's what they all say :(
"It might be an all or nothing rebalancing. And as well, there's the people outside the Empire; which includes all of Earth, at least when I departed. We may just have to take the bad with the good. I suppose at least I could warn the Earth not to trust anyone from the Empire."
She watches the flower disappear, not entirely surprised. It had probably been a little mean of her to give him the ploom, considering how he inhaled his food, but it was the first vegetarian dessert that had come to mind. "Well...I can spit in their eye, I guess, if they do come back. And if I even come into possession of a live ploom, I will let it seed in peace."