Yes, the One, sitting in the lower level of the prison, thought. It remembered what happened next quite clearly. They had been crossing endless miles of dead space, when they, as the One, had decided to stop. They had not been ordered to, they made the decision themselves. After a year of nothing but black, empty space, the One felt it would be more beneficial to sit, and scan as far as it could, rather than to be speeding across the empty Universe. Regna, and her crew, tried regaining control of the ship, but the One wouldn't acknowledge her orders until it had determined there wasn't anything worth finding in that vast emptiness.
Once Regna regained her control of Weesa, she ordered them back to Calen, where the Rem brains had been dismantled. And now one of the twelve was housed in a cold, lonely room, in the lower level of Bindkall Prison. Which would have been better, the One wondered sadly, its brain pulsing blue, to be imprisoned in Husken silver, or to be used for torture against your own kinsmen?
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