[Palamedes takes a moment to linger in the private amusement of God having bad aim, as much as God having bad aim would have truly bleak implications for the Sixth— for everywhere not the First, honestly. If the other planets were an accident, then the rest of the Empire hasn't ever mattered.
He doesn't think it was an accident. He also doesn't think the rest of the Empire has ever mattered in a way that extended beyond things to have. Back in the Emperor's study he'd apologized, and named Palamedes a Lyctor without even a breath of the eightfold word, and he'd looked annoyed when Palamedes had told him no— but only for a moment, like dealing with a child that doesn't know better.
So no, he doesn't think the Emperor's reason (haha) is that deep, all things considered.]
Of course, [he says, closing his hands around the cold sides of his glass, still leaned forward into this little conspiracy. Better than thinking about what happens when someone kills a planet.] I can keep a secret.
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He doesn't think it was an accident. He also doesn't think the rest of the Empire has ever mattered in a way that extended beyond things to have. Back in the Emperor's study he'd apologized, and named Palamedes a Lyctor without even a breath of the eightfold word, and he'd looked annoyed when Palamedes had told him no— but only for a moment, like dealing with a child that doesn't know better.
So no, he doesn't think the Emperor's reason (haha) is that deep, all things considered.]
Of course, [he says, closing his hands around the cold sides of his glass, still leaned forward into this little conspiracy. Better than thinking about what happens when someone kills a planet.] I can keep a secret.