nine-nine

Glimmer had never considered going back in time. Not once. She only wanted to advance forward, to wrap her fingers around the golden ring promised to all good soldiers who scrap to their very last and never take no, or too late, for an answer.

Not until this moment, as Nikol despondently described his colony, which had rejected him for the mere offense of trying to fit in.

As if they'd ever had to - as if he didn't fight as well as anyone she'd ever played alongside!

She'd go back there and show them all up. If it even mattered.