‘They think they come here and they conquer. That the land is free.’ Johnny blew a bit of cigarette smoke toward his gal. ‘But they don’t know what we know. Every soul that incarnates here was from this land. They might change our faces with their genetic uprisings and land reallotment, but all they’re doing-’
‘-Is reincarnating their enemies as their own children.’ She smiled at her husband. ‘That’s why I love you Johnny. ‘Love Thy Enemy As Thy Own.’’
‘Love Thy Enemy,’ he smiled at her.
It had taken lifetimes, but he finally found his Wife. ‘You’re a hard one to find,’ he said, laying down next to his wife’s grave. ‘But I finally found you, doll. Next life, you’re finally mine.’
The AI on her gravestone smiled back at him. ‘Sleep tight, dollface. See you then.’