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[ probably would have been okay if Miranda hadn't mentioned Anita. but... the name has memories associated with it, a period of time that might have been the worst in his young life. it's something he wishes he could forget, not have enshrined in a pretty little garden at the prison he's supposedly spending the rest of his life in. memorials are for the living, not the dead. Anita and Mahoja and the members of their crew -- whose names he got to know, every one of them -- don't give a damn about the garden. they dissolved in front of his eye, and their ship sank to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. a piece of wreckage joining other pieces of wreckage from other pointless battles.
he swallows hard and tries to force a smile. ]
Well... that looks very pretty, Miranda. Really looks like you put a lotta work into it.