There’s a difference between drawing a line and being contrary out of reflex. Carver follows silently at Vander’s side, wondering where the other man falls. Maybe it doesn’t matter. In the end, he’ll become an enemy just like everybody else. The commander made it so, even if Pope’s dead now. But things are in flux in the meantime. Nothing is certain.

“There are worse things than this,” Carver points out softly. They’re not starving, for one. “But whatever the excuse, we’re here to be used. I mean to keep my eyes open.”

Learn as much as he possibly can.