"There's killing in the ship. And hate. And suspicion. And all sorts of ugly rumors. It never was like that before. Not before you took away Belief."
A culture shattered, he thought. Shattered in the matter of an hour. A belief twitched away in the breadth of one split second.
There was madness and killing.
Of course there'd be.
"They are afraid," he said. "Their security is gone."
"I tried to come earlier," Mary said. "I knew you must be hungry and I was afraid there'd be no water. But I had to wait until no one was watching . . ."
He held her tight against him and his eyes were a little dim.
"There's food," she said, "and water. I brought all that I could carry."
"My wife," he said. "My darling wife . . ."
"There's food, Jon. Why don't you eat."