“What’s the alternative?” I say. Kieran looks at me, worried. It’s his don’t poke the lady with the gun look, but I keep going. “We turn our backs on everything they built for us? We don’t try anything? We might all die, so let’s give up now? Is that it? Is death a concession that nothing matters?” “It’s futile,” June snaps. “You want to bury your head in the sand and pretend this isn’t inevitable.” “No. I want to make the best of what the Stelhari have given to us.”
