Джек Маккинни - Dark Powers / Sentinels

"You did fine."

They left the GMU, headed for their quarters at the palace. At least there was no shortage of living space, or food; a vacated Praxis provided plenty of those.

Halfway there, Lisa stopped and began pounding her fist on a stone wall. "We've got to get things moving again, before the Sentinels fall apart and everybody settles down to become subsistence farmers, or hunters. The Invid aren't going to leave us alone forever; you know that."

He put his arm around her waist and they went their way again. "Everybody's gonna realize that, Lisa, once they get a chance to think. Believe me."

"Rick, they must!"

She drew an uneven breath. "Listen, tell me: what were you thinking about when you were standing back there with Baker, during the briefing? You had a peculiar look on your face."

He clicked his tongue. "Unworthy, maybe, but I was thinking that at least we're together, and…"

She didn't let the hesitation go on long. "And what?"

"And if one of us had had to go with Farrago, I'd rather it would have been me. Because I couldn't have faced this or anything else without you."

Lights were coming on with the dusk, in the GMU and the palace.