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 Anathon shouldered past Carter and entered the turbolift car. He looked back at Carter. “This doesn’t change anything between us.” He said. Anathon shouldered past Carter and entered the turbolift car. He looked back at Carter. “This doesn’t change anything between us.” He said.
  
-“Maybe not.” Carter nodded. “But now, both of us know the truth. So whatever IS between us from now on can be real. He stepped back from the lift doors ensuring they could close. “I appreciate your time. Carry On.”+“Maybe not.” Carter nodded. “But now, both of us know the truth. So whatever IS between us from now on can be real.He stepped back from the lift doors ensuring they could close. “I appreciate your time. Carry On.”
  
 The lift doors closed and John Carter lingered for a long moment. What he’d told Anathon had been the truth. A truth that Carter had discovered when the heat and dust of Garsol had scoured away all his pretense and bravado. When he should have died, but didn’t. Garsol had been many things to John. It was a prison, it was paradise, it was a myth… but more than anything else, it was the place where John Carter realized who he really wanted to be. He wanted to be the person others thought he was, and that left no room for comfortable, convenient lies. He had no way of knowing if his words meant anything to Anathon. Time would tell. He supposed. The lift doors closed and John Carter lingered for a long moment. What he’d told Anathon had been the truth. A truth that Carter had discovered when the heat and dust of Garsol had scoured away all his pretense and bravado. When he should have died, but didn’t. Garsol had been many things to John. It was a prison, it was paradise, it was a myth… but more than anything else, it was the place where John Carter realized who he really wanted to be. He wanted to be the person others thought he was, and that left no room for comfortable, convenient lies. He had no way of knowing if his words meant anything to Anathon. Time would tell. He supposed.
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