Amos asked.
"You're having beer for breakfast?"
"Figure it's dinner for you," Amos said.
The man was right. Miller needed sleep. He hadn't managed more than a catnap since they'd scuttled the stealth ship, and that had been plagued by strange dreams. He yawned at the thought of yawning, but the tension in his gut said he was more likely to spend the day watching newsfeeds than resting.
"It's probably breakfast again," Miller said.
"Want some beer for breakfast?" Amos asked.
"Sure."
Walking through the Rocinante felt surreal. The quiet hum of the air recyclers, the softness of the air. The journey out to Julie's ship was a haze of pain medication and sickness. The time on Eros before that was a nightmare that wouldn't fade. To walk through the spare, functional corridors, thrust gravity holding him gently to the floor, with very little chance of anyone trying to kill him felt suspicious. When he imagined Julie walking with him, it wasn't so bad.
As he ate, his terminal chimed, the automatic reminder for another blood flush. He stood, adjusted his hat, and headed off to let the needles and pressure injectors do their worst. The captain was already there and hooked into a station when Miller arrived.
Holden looked like he'd slept, but not well. There weren't the bruise-dark marks under his eyes that Miller had, but his shoulders were tense, his brow on the edge of furrowed. Miller wondered whether he'd been a little too hard on the guy. I told you so could be an important message, but the burden of innocent death, of the chaos of a failing civilization might also be too much for one man to carry.
Or maybe he was still mooning over Naomi.
Holden raised the hand that wasn't encased in medical equipment.
"Morning," Miller said.
"Hey."
"Decided where we're going yet?"
"Not yet."
"Getting harder and harder to get to Mars," Miller said, easing himself into the familiar embrace of the medical station. "If that's what you're aiming for, you'd better do it soon."
"While there's still a Mars, you mean?"
"For instance," Miller agreed.
The needles snaked out on gently articulated armatures. Miller looked at the ceiling, trying not to tense up as the lines forced their way into his veins. There was a moment's stinging, then a low, dull ache, and then numbness. The display above him announced the state of his body to doctors who were watching young soldiers die miles above Olympus Mons.
"Do you think they'd stop?" Holden asked. "I mean, Earth has got to be doing this because Protogen owns some generals or senators or something, right? It's all because they want to be the only ones who have this thing. If Mars has it too, Protogen doesn't have a reason to fight."
Miller blinked. Before he could pick his answer - They'd try to annihilate Mars completely, or It's gone too far for that, or Exactly how naive are you, Captain? - Holden went on.
"Screw it. We've got the datafiles. I'm going to broadcast them."
Miller's reply was as easy as reflex.
"No, you aren't."
Holden propped himself up, storm clouds in his expression.
"I appreciate that you might have a reasonable difference of opinion," he said, "but this is still my ship. You're a passenger."
"True," Miller said. "But you have a hard time shooting people, and you are going to have to shoot me before you send that thing out."
"I'm what?"
The new blood flowed into Miller's system like a tickle of ice water crawling toward his heart. The medical monitors shifted to a new pattern, counting up the anomalous cells as they hit its filters.
"You are going to have to shoot me," Miller said, slowly this time. "Twice now you've had the choice of whether or not to break the solar system, and both times you've screwed it up. I don't want to see you strike out."
"I think you may have an exaggerated idea of how much influence the second-in-command of a long-distance water hauler actually has. Yes, there's a war. And yes, I was there when it started up. But the Belt has hated the inner planets since a long time before the Cant was attacked."
"You've got the inner planets divided up too," Miller said.
Holden tilted his head.
"Earth has always hated Mars," Holden said like he was reporting that water was wet. "When I was in the navy, we ran projections for this. Battle plans if Earth and Mars ever really got into it. Earth loses. Unless they hit first, hit hard, and don't let up, Earth just plain loses."
Maybe it was distance. Maybe it was a