here was no one to stop us. There was no security. It was dang

o me, his hard-set jaw

nsides are shaking. I know the answer to my question. To some very, very small

ulation came together to prevent someth

hen he answers

to be sly? He is a Nero. He

were you when the blas

if he's asked the most stupid qu

incredibly slowly. To me,

wing how insane this must all sound.

o piece this strange turn of events together. But he looks down at the tabletop, shiny a

e says as he looks back up at

moons, with Glorra," I interrupt him. "There's a reason why

es from annoyance, to cons

I see images of Glorra Quin Lune in its frozen Neron state over the p

h the pictures, the expression on his face growing more and more confused by the moment. "The blast was so powerful and inte

d it when we got within a league of here. It shows the current state of the sat

n. He checks the metadata, searching for validity. "Th

nicate with any of the other moons, or Glorra," Valen

vice he's holding. He finally notices the technology

whisper as he looks up

sh them down. I realize suddenly that only o

to my f

lars," he says in his

olars since my father found m

ast. "Twenty solars? You're trying to make me believe t

. I'm not big enough to break this news. I'm not a ga

orra Quin Lune and the once incredible power of all its Nero," Edan pipes up. There is a surprising amount o

believe something impossible. I'm telling him that he sur

believe i

hardly believe that I am f