“Or you could figure out who needs to be assassinated and kill them,” said Ram Odin.

Both Riggs looked at him in consternation. “We know you’re an assassin,” said Rigg-the-killer. “We’re not.”

“On the contrary,” said Ram Odin. “You came here bragging that you are.”

“In self-defense,” said Rigg-the-killer. “But you—when your ship made the jump and you realized that there were nineteen copies of the ship, of you, of all the colonists, you made the immediate decision to kill all the other versions of yourself.”

“Precisely to avoid the kind of weak-minded, incoherent ‘leadership’ you exhibit,” said Ram Odin. “And please remember, I’m the Ram Odin who didn’t order the death of anybody.”

“No, you’re the sneaky one who hid out until the quickest killer version of yourself had died of old age and then you established your colony in Odinfold, violating most of the decisions your murderous self made and then living forever,” said Rigg-the-killer. “Proving that you don’t always think one person is fit to make all the decisions for everyone—even when that person is a version of yourself.”

Ram Odin rolled his eyes and then nodded. “It’s extremely annoying hearing this from a child.”

“But no less true,” said Rigg-the-killer.

“Once you’ve killed somebody,” said Rigg Noxon, “can anybody honestly consider you a child anymore?”

“Then you’re still a child because I stopped you from killing anybody? And I’m an adult?” asked Rigg-the-killer.

“Yes,” said Rigg Noxon. “In a way. Maybe because I’m a child, or maybe because of the quirks of causality arising from the different paths we’ve walked recently, I have a slightly different plan.”

“Either we go back with the Visitors or we don’t,” said Rigg-the-killer. “The difference isn’t slight.”

“Don’t be like him,” said Rigg Noxon, “and assume that because you didn’t think of it, it must be wrong.”

“Think of what?” asked Ram Odin impatiently.

“I think I should go to Earth, but not with the Visitors,” said Rigg Noxon.

A couple of beats of silence, and then Ram Odin shook his head. “This ship can’t fly again. The inertial field kept it from damage when it collided with Garden, but we can’t raise it from the planet’s surface. Even if we could get rid of the millions of tons of rock above us right now, the ship doesn’t have enough power to lift us out of the gravity well of Garden.”

Rigg Noxon shook his head. “You’re forgetting what we do,” he said.