She and Valhalla didn’t always agree on every aspect of the war, but her memories seemed to indicate that, whatever it was Serge had been working on, it would have given them an opportunity to gain the upper hand. Or, at the very least, make it so they were more evenly matched. Valhalla wouldn’t keep something like that to himself if he knew. He would have told her, if no one else.
But his memories were more incomplete than her own.
“Liesel knew about it,” she continued. “I’ve seen it.” She shook her head. Not me. “Liesel saw it, I mean. He lived at Valhalla near the end of his life, so… he was aware of some of the things Serge was working on, but… the memory’s slipping away…”
Ganymede couldn’t hold onto it here, at Sessrumnir. This place was familiar to her, she remembered parts of it, but it was always easier to dredge up memories on Ganymede, or, in some instances, at Valhalla.
“I have to go there,” she said, gazing up at Sessrumnir. “Whatever it is, it was right there on his desk. If it’s still intact…”
Maybe it would be useful. Maybe they could find some way to complete it. Maybe Valhalla would remember, and they could stop the Negaverse in their tracks.
If there was a chance, however small, they had to take it.
Guine
