Jon stooped above his wife.
"Mary," he said, his voice choking and his throat constricting. "Mary."
"I had to come," she said and she was crying when she said it. "I had to come," she said, "no matter what you did."
"What I have done," he said, "has been for the best. It was a part of the Plan, Mary. I am convinced of that. Part of the Master Plan. The people back on Earth had it all planned out. I just happened to be the one who . . .
"You are a heretic," she said. "You've destroyed our Belief. You have set the Folk at one another's throats. You . . ."
"I know the truth," he said. "I know the purpose of the ship . . ."
She reached up her hands and cupped his face between her palms and pulled his head down and cuddled him.
"I don't care," she said. "I don't care. Not any more, I don't. I did at first. I was angry with you, Jon. I was ashamed of you. I almost died of shame. But when they killed Joshua . . ."
"What was that!"
"They killed Joshua. They beat him to death. And he's not the only one. There were others who wanted to come and help you. Just a few of them. They killed them, too.