“Do you see what I’m saying? The soldiers were starving first. They knew the refugees had enough food left to last their fewer numbers a long time. They knew there was no danger of plague here. They could have broken quarantine at any time and taken the food back; they had all the weapons. But they didn’t. They gave everything they had and were still desperately sending communications back to Earth to send more food. Daily, asking for more help. And the refugees, our ancestors, broke out of quarantine, found the guns, and murdered every last one of them. For nothing; there was no more food.”
“Starvation can drive anyone mad,” Alexei said. “And it wasn’t all of them, only a few.”
“We’re all tainted by what they did,” Melanie said. “It was unjust.”
“And the ghosts of the soldiers remain,
