Endgame

Anything worth having is worth fighting for. I forget where I first heard that, but it’s true. He’s worth everything. His agreement echoes in my head.

After all this time, March knows what I want and what I can offer. He gets me down to my breath and bone; he will not try to change me. For him, I need not yield that which makes me Jax; I need not surrender the universe for March’s sake. No, he will give it to me. He will share it with me.

I take his hand as the ship powers up, and La’heng recedes below us. At this point, I’ve gotten my name in enough record books…and I want something other than notoriety. Now, so far as the galaxy’s concerned, I’m going quietly off the charts. After all, the adventure has only just begun.