Aaron was leaning forward out of his chair, his elbows on his knees, and his forehead in his hands. “I don’t know.” He sniffled and Father Thomas handed him a tissue. Aaron wiped his nose. “Something. Anything other than what I did.”

Father Thomas leaned back in the squeaky chair and formed a steeple with his fingers. “Perhaps, now that you’re no longer protected by the Race, you should seek out some allies. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise, Aaron. You’re free to act now, to protect those who can’t protect themselves. To protect those like Kyle and Sally.”

Aaron chewed on that thought. Is that possible? Could I prevent another Kyle? He remembered something from the last Star Trek movie. Spock said to Kirk, “He is intelligent, but not ex...

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