She's right, of course. She could ask one of her rovermates. They don't seem to be as scarce as his own. Even if she doesn't, she could ask anyone else in camp.
He rolls his shoulders, looks up at her. ]
Bodies fell into camp yesterday, in pieces. There were maybe five or six altogether. It was hard to tell.
But last time the bird people also hurt some of our own people. [ She says softly. Gliese and the other instructors had hurt more of the bird creatures, but there had been human casualties.
And it happened while they were in Sector R, disturbing things.
She closes her eyes and leans back against Koroleva. Then glances at d'Artagnan. ]
Moving forward, finally, he pushes his hair back and drops to sit on the floor, in front of her. He reaches out, scratching his hand over Koroleva's head. He talks carefully, keeping his temper in check. It's on a knife edge. ]
They haven't told us who did it. They haven't said anything. It wasn't my happiest morning.
[ The sharpness only comes into his tone at that last, and even then he swallows it back. ]
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She's right, of course. She could ask one of her rovermates. They don't seem to be as scarce as his own. Even if she doesn't, she could ask anyone else in camp.
He rolls his shoulders, looks up at her. ]
Bodies fell into camp yesterday, in pieces. There were maybe five or six altogether. It was hard to tell.
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.... Like in the lockdown?
[ She asks this question softly. That's where her mind first goes to. The aftermath of the lockdown.
Because something in particular comes to mind... ]
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[ It had reminded him of the same thing. He shifts, glancing away again. ]
Except this time it wasn't the bird people. It was humans.
I think other recruits. Aramis thought he recognised one of his rovermates, one who's missing.
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And it happened while they were in Sector R, disturbing things.
She closes her eyes and leans back against Koroleva. Then glances at d'Artagnan. ]
Is that why you look so bad?
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[ He says it gently, tiredly.
Moving forward, finally, he pushes his hair back and drops to sit on the floor, in front of her. He reaches out, scratching his hand over Koroleva's head. He talks carefully, keeping his temper in check. It's on a knife edge. ]
They haven't told us who did it. They haven't said anything. It wasn't my happiest morning.
[ The sharpness only comes into his tone at that last, and even then he swallows it back. ]