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Seamus Harper:
All right, you want to know what I think?

Beka Valentine:
Oh, good, now for another chapter in The World According to Seamus Harper.

Seamus Harper:
Hey, my favourite book. Chapter twelve, paragraph eight, verse three. The universe hates you. Deal with it.

Beka Valentine:
That's comforting.

Seamus Harper:
All right, remember when we heisted those grav speeders on Infinity Atoll, took 'em for a spin?

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, sure.

Seamus Harper:
Well, the thing that I remember most about those eggbeaters was, I'd be whipping along, and every once in a while I'd hit a swarm of bugs. Poor little bastards just minding their own business, not doing anything wrong, a little bit of bad timing on their part, and splat, all over the windshield.

Beka Valentine:
Tragic.

Seamus Harper:
Damn straight. The thing is, as far as the universe is concerned, we're all bugs, just hopping along, loving life, until one day fate decides to introduce each and every single one of us to our very own, personalised windscreen. So yeah, maybe Dylan is crazy. Maybe he doesn't have a chance in hell of rebuilding the Commonwealth. And maybe one day something'll come along and splat him too. But we're all going to get splat eventually.

Beka Valentine:
Yeah, but you forgot one thing: Dylan is not flying around minding his own business; he's looking for windscreens.

Seamus Harper:
Right, but with us on his side, he might just be the only bug alive tough enough to blast right through.