Olivia should’ve kept her mouth shut. But something moved her anyway. “Forerunner will not accept slavery to you. He will dismantle this ship and everything you built if it takes a thousand years of war. If it takes ten thousand years. It took much longer than that for us to get here—he’ll be patient.” She leaned forward, glaring up at her captor. “You should think about surrender instead. If you want healing… we can easily forget about your history. There is nothing you could’ve done that won’t be erased. Your service could shorten the war. If you’d rather be part of a free country, instead of a slave to an evil king…”