"No. Because this is something else again." I gestured to the boxes that held the thrill-mills. "Do you know where these came from?"
"I can guess."
"Then you know why I've got to follow through on them."
"But—"
"Say that it's for the cause of human freedom. The freedom of all those poor lost souls Kruze has ordered executed. No matter what I have to do, I'm not going to see them die."
Abruptly, I was tired of talking, tired of listening. I turned away.
Celeste said, "But he's gone, Mark. Beyond your reach."
I stopped short. "What—?"
"He warped back as soon as he left the globeship, here. All the way back, clear to the Interplanetary Center."
It rocked me, for an instant. Then I shrugged. "Fair enough."