It was less fun being the chosen one and prophet when the gods were violent and capricious and their… — James S. A. Corey

“At least he cares,” Elvi said. “I like him for that.”

“You like everyone,” Fayez teased. It’s your pathology.”

“You don’t like anyone.”

“That’s mine,” he said, grinning.

“Right,” Holden said. “No coffee. This is a terrible, terrible planet.”

From where he was, the fear had stopped being an emotion and turned into an environment.