The three remaining crew members of Starling II floated in grim silence, Mara’s soft weeping the only sound louder than the hum of the ship’s operational systems. Tears drifted from her face to form silvery constellations around her as she wiped the skin below her spectacles. The gravity of their decision revealed itself in each of their postures. Kapp let his forehead sink into his hands while Jesse tried to massage the sleep out of his legs. His body had trouble adjusting to th...