Sonia's lips purse. Is that all? hangs on her tongue, but how fair is that, really? The interrogation clearly hadn't been a good time for this Komarran. And Miles's word should be enough for her, it really should. She'd like to believe. But some small part of her holds stubbornly onto that hurt, ankles dug in, refusing to budge. Show me. Show me you're for real and I'll believe you.

"Will you fight, then?" Sonia asks, a little stiffly. "Will you defend us with your life?"