Walt stared at the back of his hand.
Steady, he thought, steady. Try to relax. The shock ... it's not fair ... she knows so much....
Study the room; think of something else. The ship; I'd like to see Calvin's face again.... There's my face—in the mirror. It looks all right.
Forential will be angry. I shouldn't have let her get away. I should have—what should I have done? Could I have?
I could have....
He shook his head. No: that wouldn't have fooled her either.
Forential, what am I going to do now?
Walt sat down. He tried to think things out. I'm no good, he thought. The only thing I'm good for is to kill earthlings. I ought to be ashamed of myself.
... I'm alone, he thought. Things are going all wrong.
I've ... I've got to learn to depend on myself.