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Location 4839
“Throw that safe into a long collision course with the sun and find a way to make sure no one ever, ever goes to Eros or Phoebe again,” Miller said. “Pretend none of this ever happened.” “So why aren’t we doing that?” Miller nodded slowly. “How do you throw away the holy grail?”
✏️ This here… this is a shifting point that falls flat. It’s clearly a very good action to do and would technically solve a lot of problems that are going to come up. I know for sake of story you can’t do this, and author knows that, hence having this conversation to lampshade it. BUT, at least have the answer make some sort of sense, or at least make it sense for the character to have said it. Miller has no reason to say this thing is the holy grail. He doesn’t care about aliens or weapons or strange tech. He’d keep it only if there were some mystery to unravel, and there is none unless you count “who are aliens” as something he cares about. No, this wasn’t the right response. I’m sure there could be something better. Even if it were simple, petty revenge on his part: “I’m going to stuff the contents of this safe down every last protogen throat… then toss them all into the sun.” Overkill a bit much, but better than holy grail. 🔗 Location 4839
Location 5554
“What we are doing is the best and only hope of humanity’s survival. When we go out there, we will be facing gods.”
Location 5828
“Great,” Holden said. “Thanks for coming. I know it’s late, but this Miller thing freaked me out a bit.” “He wants you to absolve him, I think.” “Because I’m ‘righteous,’” Holden said with a sarcastic laugh. “You are,” Naomi said with no irony. “I mean, it’s a loaded term, but you’re as close to it as anyone I’ve ever known.” “I’ve fucked everything up,” Holden blurted out before he could stop himself. “Everyone who’s tried to help us, or that we’ve tried to help, has died spectacularly. This whole fucking war. And Captain McDowell and Becca and Ade. And Shed—” He had to stop and swallow a sudden lump in his throat. Naomi just nodded, then reached across the table and took his hand in hers. “I need a win, Naomi,” he continued. “I need to do something that makes a difference. Fate or Karma or God or whatever dropped me in the middle of this thing, and I need to know I’m making a difference.” Naomi smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “You’re cute when you’re being noble,” she said. “But you need to stare off into the distance more.” “You’re making fun of me.” “Yeah,” she said. “I am. Want to come home with me?”
✏️ I like this bit for some reason. Holden examining himself. Naomi knowing what he needs. 🔗 Location 5828