"Yeah, well, we're real fucking slow learners." Saturday glances away. "Some people are trying to make it better, though. They always are, always have been. Gotta remember that."
Her father could have done anything once Dunkhelzahn had released him from service. Become anything. Instead he went home, and tried to make it better. Raised his children to believe that things should be better. A generation of Red Town's youth had grown up at the center, believing in things being better, and now that things were finally getting somewhere she had to get stuck in something like her fourth alternate reality instead of being home, where the work is.
But that's an old complaint by now, and she acknowledges it wearily before putting it back in its box. She looks back over at Alloran.
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Her father could have done anything once Dunkhelzahn had released him from service. Become anything. Instead he went home, and tried to make it better. Raised his children to believe that things should be better. A generation of Red Town's youth had grown up at the center, believing in things being better, and now that things were finally getting somewhere she had to get stuck in something like her fourth alternate reality instead of being home, where the work is.
But that's an old complaint by now, and she acknowledges it wearily before putting it back in its box. She looks back over at Alloran.
"What's a Yeerk?" Saturday asks.