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I’m quoting from a WIP, Both Sides Now. Doc is answering Kevi’s question of how long he has been unconscious.
“About four fivedays.”
“Any idea of the Confederation date? I lost track of time in Zhaim’s hands.”
Doc waved toward a Horizon calendar on the wall. It was a paper calendar—he didn’t have power to waste for electronics here. But he’d kept the days crossed off, and it had Confederation dates marked at intervals. Kevi got up and examined it, and then shook his head. “Over a year,” he said. “It seemed like forever. But things have gotten a lot worse, if Confederation troops are attacking civilians.”
“They have,” Doc replied. “That was Terry’s main argument for trying to rescue you.”
Kevi looked down. “And I suppose you think I was responsible for the slaving in the first place. Indirectly, I suppose I was. But it was oversight, not intention. I never supported slavery. I was born a slave myself. I hate the whole institution. The Horizon slaving was passed behind my back when three of my closest supporters and I were off planet, and I’ve never quite been able to get the seventeen votes I need for reconsideration.”