a little human tell that he knew could mean anything from dismay to well-hidden shock or grief. He thought she wanted to know the truth, to be proven right after all, but heâd got it wrong again.
Theyâre within you. You have their memories, you have a human isan and house-brother, and yet you still donât know humans at all, not even now.
âIn a way,â Deborah said, âI hope the Bible is wrong in that respect.â
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât be. Humansâbelieversâhave always tried to tie the scriptures to real events and to second-guess God. I think thatâs why we shunned literalism in the colony, all of us, whatever branch of Christianity we came from. Our intellects arenât enough to comprehend God on that mundane level.â
It was as kind a way of being told to shut up as Aras had ever heard. He felt heâd wounded her.
âI didnât mean to undermine your faith.â
âWe all question belief, Aras. Itâs not wrong.â
âI never really understood it.â
âFaith keeps you going when thereâs no logical reason to. In its way, it keeps life going. It keeps people going, having kids even though the future looks bad, because they believe itâll get better. I hear that even Mohan Rayat found comfort in his faith. Commander Neville did too.â
âBut after they sinned. After they destroyed Ouzhari. Do we have to sin to find faith? Do weââ
Aras was desperate to continue the debate. He wanted to understand so badly. But he stopped short of the logical progression, of pointing out that as far as he knew, other animals went on reproducing without a formal belief in God, and that eventually the Earth and the whole solar system would die when the Sun reached the end of its life. But that was something she literally didnât need to hear.
There was always the chance he was wrong. He hoped so, for her sake, and wondered where he might stand if he were. God must have found a way of dealing with an ever-increasing population of people who were eternally alive. He must have learned a way to deal with a kind of cânaatat that lay beyond the scope of ecologies. Perhaps the humansâ god would forgive an alien who had faced similar choices to his own.
Deborah stood up and looked at Aras, tears in her eyes. He could see the glistening liquid welling in the dying light.
âYouâll visit us many times before you return to Wessâej, wonât you? Promise me.â
âI will. Iâll visit as often as I can.â
âGood.â Then she hugged him. It was rare for any human other than Shan to touch him, and Shan had transformed his life when she took his arm for the first time. A hug was an exceptional thing. âYouâre part of the miracle, Aras. I wish you peace, and an answer to your life in the fullness of time, because even cânaatat canât outlive God. Thank you. Iâll miss you.â
She walked back to the camp of shiplets, kicking a little dust behind her, and was swallowed up in the cool darkness of the evening. The desert was empty except for him and the silent camp. Aras felt an end. One job was over forever. The nextâ
He didnât know what came next.
He needed to know what happened next. He needed to know what heâd done so many years ago, saving the Bezerâej mission from disaster, had not simply created more problems for the many species of Earth. He wanted all of it saved, the whole gene bank, and he wanted the various worlds he knew to go back to the way they were: when Bezerâej was clean and unpolluted by colonizing isenj, when Earth was peopled with the species that filled the gene bank, when Wessâej hadnât yet been drawn into a terrible war.
Humans said you could never turn back the clock. But wessâharâEqbas especiallyâcould.
Aras walked back to the shiplet for the night, wondering how far Shan and
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