Ellington glares at Ramsey as he shrugs to
straighten his shirt. “Maybe they canhelp,” he says, with a
nod our way. Dylan’s hands are on my waist, Parker is behind us,
and when the colonists turn to stare at us, throughus, I
just want to melt into the floor. Just let me disappear, I
pray. “All I wanted was for things to go back to the way they
were,” Ellington tells us, “and we can’t do that, Ramsey. God, you
remember. You out of all these people, you remember what it was
like before the death, before the bleed.” Ramsey scowls at the
ground but I think he doesremember, I can see in his eyes a
wistfulness that makes my throat close up, it’s so poignant. “I
wanted us to get back to that, if we could. Hell, if we
couldn’t—I was willing to do anything at all to get that
back.”
“At the sake of the future?” Ramsey
asks, incredulous. His eyes flash with an angry light—the hope he
lost over the years, the hope Conlan gave back to him when he