“The Belter who went back into Eros of his own free will in order to save Earth? You’re damn right I’m going to tell them about him.”
“Not ‘the Belter.’ Him. Josephus Aloisus Miller
“You killed Dresden,” Fred said. “That’s a problem.”
“It needed to happen.”
“I’m not sure it did,” Fred replied, but his voice was careful. Testing.
Miller smiled, a little sadly. “That’s why it needed to happen,” he said.
"He was talking us into it," Miller said. "All that about getting the stars and protecting ourselves from whatever shot that thing at Earth? I was starting to think maybe he should get away with it. Maybe things were just too big for right and wrong. I'm not saying he convinced me. But he made me think maybe, you know? Just maybe."
"And for that, you shot him."
"I did."
“Dresden and his Protogen buddies thought they could choose who lives and who dies. That sound familiar? And don’t tell me it’s different this time, because everyone says that, every time. And it’s not.”
Excuse me?” Holden replied. “Did you miss the part where he confessed to everything?”
“That wasn’t a confession. That was a boast. He was untouchable, and he knew it. Too much money. Too much power.”
“That’s bullshit. No one gets to kill a million and a half people and get away with it.”
“People get away with things all time." Miller said.