Avon has always cut himself off from anything that can affect him, and Anna's betrayal proves him right, after all. Except he's not right, and a life without warmth or feeling is no life at all.
Cally's loss is tempered with her self-assessment and recognition of why she remains with Liberator. I like the way she and Vila work together to pull Avon out of his (virtual) suicidal notion.
The concept of the young nebula, a lifeform so different, yet able to learn and feel, is a lovely backdrop. Especially nice is the image of the tendril reaching out wistfully.
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Avon has always cut himself off from anything that can affect him, and Anna's betrayal proves him right, after all. Except he's not right, and a life without warmth or feeling is no life at all.
Cally's loss is tempered with her self-assessment and recognition of why she remains with Liberator. I like the way she and Vila work together to pull Avon out of his (virtual) suicidal notion.
The concept of the young nebula, a lifeform so different, yet able to learn and feel, is a lovely backdrop. Especially nice is the image of the tendril reaching out wistfully.
Again, thank you very much.