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"No, but I always took you where you needed to go."
As his eyes lit up with the memories of the people saved at each unintended destination during his seven hundred years of wandering, she was remembering only two journeys: a landing on a dusty red planet, outside a tiny human colony, and a short jump half an hour later, with three additional passengers, to a deserted street on Earth. She gazed at him with an expression of eccentric reason, taking great care to conceal the misery her choice that day brought her.
It was where you needed to go.