He turned and ran back, beginning to understand. In the lack of gravity he almost threw himself out into space, caught hold of a spur and pulled himself down.
"Krylov!"
He sat down. There was no need to call again. He lifted his head and looked once again through the glass of his helmet at the clean, brilliant stars.
"Idiot."
It was Krylov's voice, flat and dispassionate, coming through the radio in his helmet. Diavilev shuddered.
"Did you think we trusted you? Did you think that we did not know your kind can never be trusted? Did you think you could fool us?"
Diavilev did not answer.