"You've made up your mind, then."
"That's right."
"I suppose Dobermann and I can get the ship back somehow."
"You'll make it."
"I guess we will. Unless the rest feel the way you do—and I know half the crew thinks this is quite a place. In which case, of course, I suppose they'll survive, back home, even without the mneurium-4—they have for a long time. But there is one thing."
"Yeah, yeah."
"These people are fine people, as you've—found out. You couldn't even replace that dhennah."
"How did you—"
"They're swell folks, Nicholas, and always will be," the surgeon said softly, "and they've never built a thing, and never will.
"They don't know greed, because no one has ever achieved anything worth another's wanting.