Did I know this?
Was there a time before we came here that I knew this?
I felt that something was wrong when he spoke to me in the bar. There was something, a fluttering within my mind that told me that he was dangerous. A feeling in my belly that told me that he was trouble. But surely, if I had ever known this, I would have said something. Or maybe not. It seems that I never told very much of anything that I once knew.
But to have not told Beka what would happen to her… what possible reason would I have to keep that a secret? Surely our friendship then would have been enough for me to have warned her. Surely there was a possible, perfect future where this did not happen to her. Or was the thought of an entire race never having been born enough for me to hold my warnings behind my teeth?
She looked stunned. Set adrift.
Betrayed.
Am I her betrayer? I do not remember enough to know for sure, but I would like to believe that I am not.
I would like to believe that there is a purpose in this.