There were choices to be made, harder choices than I would have liked, and I realised that I had been… — Alastair Reynolds

And even if what they showed you is true, that doesn’t begin to make it right. The cause might be just, Felka, but history’s littered with atrocities committed in the name of righteousness.

Clavain saw it all with sudden, heart-stopping clarity: all that mattered was the here and now. All that mattered was survival. Sentience that bowed down and accepted its own extinction—no matter what the long-term arguments, no matter how good the greater cause—was not the kind of sentience he was interested in preserving.

They had been in love, desperately in love, but the universe cared nothing for the vicissitudes of the human heart.