The compression was still there, light and exact, and Mireya's pulse was elevated under it. Rex noted this without adjusting anything.
"You have what you saw," he said. "A canyon floor and a series of outcomes you weren't present for the beginning of."
"You have your interpretation of events, and your interpretation of events will be measured against every piece of trust I've built with every person in that expedition since this mission began." He looked at her steadily. "Think about that calculation."
"Especially about who Elizabeth is going to believe, and think about what Alexander is going to say when his first instinct is to support the person he's watched perform reliably in every situation this expedition has produced."
"Never forget as well, for I just did to Apollo... I saved his fucking miserable life before he got punished by Aethelgard because of what he did by exploding half of it and even taking innocent victims."
