"Ehh, giant bats verses giant robots..." Dinadan raises a hand and tilts it back and forth. "Mostly ends up being six of one, half dozen of the other. Only down there it's got politics, and up here is school."
"You're welcome," he says. "And shut up. There's no "should want", that's the other point of that story. People die, Jai; a man my mother loved and my father called 'friend' got eaten alive by ants in front of them. By ants. And I have a theory that the existence of a particular breed of spider in the area is proof that the white dwarf engine of my peoples' ships did something horrible to the ecosystem when they landed here."
He grabs for Jai's arm, afraid his friend is going to bolt again.
"Look, you were never the problem. It was the ring -- for both of us, it was the ring that was the problem. It used you just like it used me, and it left us with the damage when we had no control over what happened. I'm not freaked out because I died, I have near-death experiences on at least a bi-weekly basis back home, I freaked out because it ripped me out of my body and used me." He licks his lips. They feel dry from the speed of his words tumbling out of them.
"I don't know how you died, but I know it wasn't how you should have gone. I went down fighting, which is second only to "peacefully in my sleep surrounded by grandchildren, etc" in my book. I really don't care that I died, I'm just bummed that you feel like you killed me."
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