As I waved a farewell to Izzar and the bastioneers there, I walked away and went to the horizon. The two Duolos vessels followed closely, their small and adorable forms moving with effortless precision, their glowing blue eyes flickering between curiosity and quiet focus.
Throughout the way, I did not look back.
There was no need.
The spy had been planted. The bastion would survive. And in time, the information gathered there would flow directly into my hands as the Duolos would get updated in real time. Not to mention, there was no such a thing as lag and weakening connection amongst the Duolos vessel because their hive mind was intrinsically conceptual in nature.
"That is fun."
It was a small world in a small pond, but it was enough to let me know that there are many ways of living life and keeping hope amidst the constant turbulent night at Carcosa.
