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Only through death does one achieve true equilibrium, the one and only time a being, from the spark of first life, is truly and molecularly at peace. Seven would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about it, hadn’t considered following Icheb’s lead and just pursuing that final balance.
Her ship in near shreds, she once again looks into the eyes of the fate she had long thought sealed: an anonymous death in the service of good, in the reaches of space.
And Seven looks away.
Her choice is made.
Seven makes the hail, beams aboard.
Begins life again.