[ If someone had tried to tell him that Mars would do something like that even four weeks ago, he would have gotten extremely angry at the insinuation. But now all his anger was directed to Mars itself.
Mars was supposed to be better. Was supposed to be above the seething, unethical vortex that the protomolecule had created.
But it wasn't. And he hated it.
He left out a long breath and then reached out to where her hands lay on the table, and gently laid his hand over her wrist, trying to meet her gaze. ]
... I'm sorry, Gunny. [ His voice was even quieter than before. ]
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Mars was supposed to be better. Was supposed to be above the seething, unethical vortex that the protomolecule had created.
But it wasn't. And he hated it.
He left out a long breath and then reached out to where her hands lay on the table, and gently laid his hand over her wrist, trying to meet her gaze. ]
... I'm sorry, Gunny. [ His voice was even quieter than before. ]