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Rocky had thought they'd been making the video diaries for a friend of Grace's.
When he finds out, he's furious.
"Grace send videos to person who forced him onto ship? Question?"
Grace scratches the back of his head. "Yeah, but it's okay. I'm over all that now. I understand why Stratt sent me to space, and it all worked out for the best. I've forgiven her."
"What mean, 'forgiven', question?"
Grace sighs. "That I'm not mad anymore. That she's my friend again. When you forgive someone, it's like you move on from the thing they did. It stops bothering you."
It bothers Rocky. Grace has talked it all through with him, has explained that difficult choices needed to be made to save humanity, and that there was nuance, and that these things are complex.
They're not complex for Rocky, though. They're very simple, actually. Grace is his friend, and these people sent him to space, not caring that he'd die. Not caring that he didn't want to go. They chased Grace down, they held him down on the floor and injected drugs into his body. They put him into a coma, stole all his memories and strapped him into a metal tube, then jettisoned him from the fucking planet, and Rocky sometimes fantasizes about building a ship and going to Earth, finding everybody who ever played a part in Grace's attempted murder, and ripping them all bodily limb from limb.
"Rocky not forgive," he says, and Grace smiles.
"Yeah," he says. "I know."