Tachelock: Which meant the Anarchodiluvian Shunt being formally recognised.
Tachelock: With their own little chunk of space to be crazy in, that the rest of us can keep well clear of.
Sol: Yeah.

Sol: I know now that peace was the right thing. The necessary thing.

Sol: But at the time the whole settlement process just… it didn’t sit right with me.
Sol: I guess it was around then that being a starship stopped feeling right too.

Sol: So I tried something different.

Sol: And… I won’t lie. “Different” didn’t go so well at first.
Sol: But over time I found my bearings. I got help. From old friends and new.

Sol: Until eventually life led me here to the gate.