Moon said. “It's aruna. Is that what you're saying? It has a life of its own, I know. It thinks.” Tyson laughed uncertainly. “Well, that's a new take on it. But yes, maybe. I'm not sure myself, Moon. I'm not sure of what I feel. I only know there would be consequences involved in us being together, and maybe we should wait until we're sure.” “You are so not like your hostling,” Moon said. “Can't you see it? You once said to me that we are not Pell and Cal. I know that. We're not even symbols of them. What happened to them won't happen to us. I know it. You don't have to be afraid. I'm no starry-eyed virgin, Ty. I know how it is.” “You are a Cevarro,” Tyson said, “and you want your own way. You all do. Soon you'll be calling yourself har Aralis, and you'll be different. It will come easily to you. Pellaz could live his life again through you. He could punish Cal through me.” Moon considered that this exchange, though conducted in level tones, was really a kind of raging argument. He should give up, leave the room, close the door. There seemed no way forward. He would go to a new life and accept all that was offered to him. It would be the easiest course. He stood up. “I'm sorry,”
