We danced through the stars, a dance of death, perhaps, but truly in a passion indistinguishable from love. We have been trying to kill each other for ten years. For ten years we have sought each other as no lovers have ever sought each other. For ten years we have been everything to each other. You have been my call, my reason to wake up in the morning and face the day. Today, I would say all those years ago, I will kill you. Now, and I don’t know when the change came, I say, we shall kill each other. I don’t care who wins, really, and I think that spells my doom. I am just as happy if you’re the one who finally outmaneuvers me and blasts my ship into stardust instead of the other way round. Either way is the consummation of the greatest thing I have ever known or been part of. I care nothing of your empire, of politics. I know nothing of interstellar economy or trade routes. If you win, you can go back to these maudlin concerns, and I pray you will be happy serving your emperor. If I win, I shall have no enemy, and what am I without you? Yes, I fear you have won already. If I do win, I pray that there is a hereafter for us, and we can chase each other again as we have done throughout the darkness of the stars—an eternal duel of ever-increasing intensity, an ecstasy I know no other word for than love.
Love Letter
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