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entertained that thought, her mood soured.
    She rested back suddenly, her head banging lightly on the wall behind her.
    She didn’t open her eyes. She kept them firmly closed as she considered one point: the entity had been prepared to do whatever it took to fix its mistake.
    Was she any different?
    . . . .
    Yes, she was. She wasn't trying to kill people; she was trying to save them. Just because she was ready to break a few rules to get the Coalition to understand the threat they’d soon face, didn’t mean she was on the same level as the entity. It had condemned whole races in its endless effort to wipe away its sins.
    She would know when to stop.
    . . . .
    She couldn't stop thinking though.
    As soon as she concluded that, her mind returned to another point.
    The entity's power.
    She blinked one eye open to flex her left hand. She saw the fingers spread wide and then snap in again.
    It felt like hers; it was hers.
    But she could still sense the power and potential of the entity within. It was like she could sense a massive wall of water held at bay by a single door. If she opened that door, she could let it spill out and cover whatever she pleased.
    Every time she accessed the power, it became easier to do so.
    But it also felt . . . wrong.
    She was taking something that wasn't hers. And even though she was in a life or death struggle with the entity, she couldn't wipe that fact from her mind.
    She was using it. She was taking its power because it was easy.
    . . . No, she corrected herself, not because it was easy—because she had to. She had to save every last person she could.
    As she struggled with those hefty moral thoughts, she thought of Carson. She understood, without a doubt, that if he knew what she was thinking, he would tell her to stop. He’d reaffirm she was doing the right thing.
    Yet knowing he would support her couldn't make her stop.
    It wouldn't be that easy to wipe away this dilemma.
    Again she blinked one eye open to survey her left hand.
    Her current train of thought soon led to another: could she really live with the entity for the rest of her life? Could she really endure this struggle forever?
    Her current plan was to keep it away from Vex so it could never interfere with another iteration of that cursed planet's timeline again.
    But would that mean she would keep it inside her until the day she died? And what would happen then? Would it jump to another host?
    Or could she find some way to contain it, or, in fact, kill it?
    . . . Could she kill it?
    It had done a lot to her, and god knows it’d killed millions upon millions of souls, if not more, in its reign of terror. But could she actually end its life? Murder had to be a last resort, never a matter of convenience.
    Realizing she wouldn't be able to think through any of this and actually come up with a satisfying answer, she soon sighed and flopped a hand over her eyes.
    She would have to wait.
    Though time was running out, she would still have to wait.
    . . . .
     

Chapter 8
    Carson Blake
    He'd done it. Christ it had taken some convincing, but finally the Captain had agreed to release her. It’d taken Carson offering up his own command as collateral to convince Captain Ragini Singh to give Nida a chance.
    And he knew enough about Captain Singh to know she would take Carson up on his offer; if Nida turned out to be a threat—if she trashed half the ship—then Carson would be kicked right out of the Academy.
    He didn't care.
    He would offer up his life in a heartbeat, so his command was an easy sacrifice to offer instead.
    As he walked through the corridors towards the brig, he couldn't control his pace. He wanted to sprint. He wanted to put his armor on and move as fast as modern technology would allow.
    He didn't run though. He just walked really, really fast.
    When he reached the brig, he faced off against Commander Harrington again.
    The guy stared across at Carson with only barely contained contempt.
    'You got your way