"... No, it don't. A station is a pretty damn effective prison if you can't get off it."

He looked at Miller helplessly.

"I don't know about you, hoss, but I sure as hell haven't done anythin' to warrant gettin' locked up out here. Especially not with..." He shuddered, gestured to the stain on the floor.

Even saying it, though, made Melas' voice echo through his head: Why did you leave?

He swallowed, roughly.