Somehow that only makes it worse. The uncomprehending look on Felix's face twists like a knife in his gut.



"I guess that's the difference between you and me," he continues, his tone still soft and deathly even-- until it begins to waver and shake apart, at the last. "You acted. I didn't. Having been through it both ways, I can't tell you which is right, or even better."


"But if it's any consolation, Felix, Admiral Cain would have understood."