[ A year ago, he would've been excited to sit at the helm with Zam. He would have asked Zam if he could punch in the coordinates because his dad had taught him how, he knows! He'd eager show Zam everything that his father taught him about piloting, the star charts he kept in his head, the type of ships that can go through a certain quadrant with no problem.
But he is quiet. Quieter than he ever was. His brow is furrowed in concentration. He was focused on the star chart, plotting out a revenge now that he's out. His father deserves that much.
Zam breaks him out of it and he looks at his hands instead. There's a heavy guilt and wariness that settles in his stomach when he looks at Zam. His dad never lies to him. He did kill her. Yet, here she is. ]
Fine. Thank you. [ Cutting to the chase ] Where are we going?
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But he is quiet. Quieter than he ever was. His brow is furrowed in concentration. He was focused on the star chart, plotting out a revenge now that he's out. His father deserves that much.
Zam breaks him out of it and he looks at his hands instead. There's a heavy guilt and wariness that settles in his stomach when he looks at Zam. His dad never lies to him. He did kill her. Yet, here she is. ]
Fine. Thank you. [ Cutting to the chase ] Where are we going?