Day 410
M. Koril

I spoke to Tovan. Was it only a week ago? I think we both knew for a long time that it was coming to this.

“You’ve been different, ever since the Jevonite,” he mumbled, and he was almost apologetic, because it was true of him as well.

“I’m not a cargo hauler, Tovan.”

“I know.”

More was said, but it was more than words that we exchanged. I could read his expressions again. I could tell that he understood; that he had understood for weeks, but had not had the words to explain it. We both had survived the Jevonite together, but we needed to rebuild our lives apart.

So I’m back on Drozana, looking for passage into Klingon space, of all places. Sylon is coming with me, claiming to have contacts who could help us. What a strange place, the universe is. To find myself in all corners of it.