"'He was always going to die,'" Cassius said. His voice was still even. The specific even of someone who has made peace with a thing and is not going to perform regret about it now. "'He was the delivery mechanism. The paralytic needed direct contact. I needed someone she would stop for.'"
The formation looked at their dead man.
At each other.
"'You used Maren,'" Jonah said.
"'I used the operation's requirements,'" Cassius said.
Someone grabbed his collar.
Fellan — not the voice of earlier, the 'hands,' the specific angry physicality of a man whose calculation had just shifted from 'this is a job' to 'this man killed our unit member without telling us.' He had Cassius by the cloak-front, both hands, his face close.
"'What the hell have you done,'" Fellan said.
"'Let go of—'"
"'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE—'"
