No, he didn't, honestly, but he could pretend he wanted to.
"Yeah. Everybody's got secrets." A swig of his beer. "Everybody's got their reasons."
Another swig, and he looks at Pike over the bottle, debating. He sets it down, staring hard at the bottle for a minute before he starts to talk.
"I met him once. Commander Robert April, the one you served under? You weren't there when I met him, least---not that I can remember."
He remembers hearing voices that didn't sound like guards. It wasn't the heavy tromp of tactical boots. The voices were desperate, shocked, and just that edge of hopeful. They were hoping they'd find someone, anyone from the section of the colony that had been cut off from the rest.
What other options do you have besides despair when you find out a maniac killed 4000 men, women, and children to save the rest because the others just didn't measure up in his books?
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"Yeah. Everybody's got secrets." A swig of his beer. "Everybody's got their reasons."
Another swig, and he looks at Pike over the bottle, debating. He sets it down, staring hard at the bottle for a minute before he starts to talk.
"I met him once. Commander Robert April, the one you served under? You weren't there when I met him, least---not that I can remember."
He remembers hearing voices that didn't sound like guards. It wasn't the heavy tromp of tactical boots. The voices were desperate, shocked, and just that edge of hopeful. They were hoping they'd find someone, anyone from the section of the colony that had been cut off from the rest.
What other options do you have besides despair when you find out a maniac killed 4000 men, women, and children to save the rest because the others just didn't measure up in his books?