"Please, Nora. See it my way for a moment, for the sake of argument. I know you’re committed, I know you’re loyal to your gene-line, your people back home. But your death won’t save them. They’re burned, doomed. It’s just you and us now. Eighteen people. I’ve lived with these Fortunans. We know what they are. They’re scum, pirates, marauders. Failures. Victims, Nora. They live in the gap between what’s right and what’s possible.