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Marco touched so to life Exterior cameras, probably connected to the point defense The Chetze tube clinging to her airlock like an uh, would trace back to her The payments that had come from her accounts

“Put it on intersecting course, more or less,” Marco said, his voice weary and sorrowful in a way she was certain hid glee “Set the bottle to fail when the proxi a ship Didn’t have to be this way, but it does now”

A real despair rose up in her throat, and she pushed it back down It hat Marco wanted, so she would do anything, feel anything except that She considered the screen The ship looking like a box held together with one line of solder and some epoxy

“You’re stealing it from your own son,” she said Marco frowned Naomi pointed toward the screen with her chin “The Chetzemoka I told Filip he could have it ere here That’s his ship You’re stealing it from him”

“Necessity of war,” Marco said

“Shitty parenting”

His jaw slid forward His hands balled in fists For atofor who and what he really was He got his temper back in time, and she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed

“If you’d stayed in your place, James Holden would have lived But you stepped out Put yourself where you didn’t belong Because of you, he’s going to die”

Naomi stood up, rubbed her eye with the back of her hand Her false voice repeated through the mess hall – “Tell James Holden I am in distress…”

“Anything else?”

“You pretend you don’t care,” Marco said “But you do”

“You say so” She shrugged “I got a little bu to et it fixed, yeah?”

“You can pretend —”

“Can I pretend in theup behind all she’d said You are an egoht I loved you and If Jim dies, I will by God find a way to o to hell behind hi was also a trap, so she didn’t She let the silence break the rhythave up and stepped off the stage in his head

“Miral!” he yelled, and as the sounds of one of the crew rew louder, “You abused the freedoave you You can’t expect to keep it”