"So maybe Jerry cares about you, I grant you that, but he doesn’t care about you enough! I don’t care what charming bullshit he gave you, or how he convinced you to live his life for him, but if he loved you the way somebody ought to love you, he would never have sent you out here, never! This is a suicide mission! You’re a young woman with a lot going for you, and you shouldn’t end up as some kind of broken, stomped, bloody doll out in this goddamned wasteland!" He broke into a fit of coughing. "Look at those clouds, Jane!" he croaked. "Clouds are never supposed to look like that! We’re gonna get ridden down and stomped flat out here, just like two of those rabbits!"