Older, but not wiser, Hamlik had been given a choice—leave the planet or get therapy after getting into a brawl. Violence of any kind was frowned about in Klokian society, however it was deemed all right to mess with people’s minds to make them conform. To Filid that was worse. Hamlik felt the same as Filid, and as instead of getting therapy he had joined the APM. He’d done his minimum four-year service and gotten out, determined to live his own life. It had been he who’d suggested Filid get out, see the galaxy and find his own path. Perhaps there was a fault in their genes that predisposed them to violence and non-compliance to what was expected in Klokian society. Filid knew he’d never have been happy there if he’d tried to fit in, and leaving was something he’d never regretted. He liked being in the APM. But Filid was already regretting walking out on Silva without saying what he wanted to say. To admit to longing for her, to trying to find her and to apologize for the argument.
