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It wasn't much of a shove. But Jane lurched against Miro. He turned, worried she might fall. Instead he got himself turned in time to see Jane spread her fingers against Quara's chest and shove her back, much harder. Quara knocked her head against the corridor wall and then, utterly off balance, she fell to the floor at Ela's feet.
"She tried to kill me!" cried Quara.
"If she wanted to kill you," said Ela mildly, "you'd be sucking space in orbit around the planet of the descoladores."
"You all hate me!" Quara shouted, and then burst into tears.
Miro opened the shuttle door and led Jane out into sunlight. It was her first step onto the surface of a planet, her first sight of sunlight with these human eyes. She stood there, frozen, then turned her head to see more, raised her face up to the sky, and then burst into tears and clung to Miro. "Oh, Miro! It's too much to bear! It's all too beautiful!"
"You should see it in the spring," he said inanely.
A moment later, she recovered enough to face the world again, to take tentative steps along with him. Already they could see a hovercar rushing toward them from Milagre-- it would be Olhado and Grego, or perhaps Valentine and Jakt. They would meet Jane-as-Val for the first time. Valentine, more than anyone, would remember Val and miss her, while unlike Miro she would have no particular memories of Jane, for they had not been close. But if Miro knew Valentine at all, he knew that she would keep to herself whatever grief she felt for Val; to Jane she would show only welcome, and perhaps curiosity. It was Valentine's way. It was more important to her to understand than it was for her to grieve. She felt all things deeply, but she didn't let her own grief or pain stand between her and learning all she could.
"I shouldn't have done it," said Jane.
"Done what?"
"Used physical violence against Quara," Jane said miserably.
Miro shrugged. "It's what she wanted," he said. "You can hear how much she's still enjoying it."
"No, she doesn't want that," Jane said. "Not in her deepest heart. She wants what everybody wants-- to be loved and cared for, to be part of something beautiful and fine, to have the respect of those she admires."
"Yes, well, I'll take your word for it," said Miro. "No, Miro, you see it," Jane insisted.