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roof of stars.
    “That is Andromeda Galaxy,” she tells me later as we lie on ourbacks. The animals make chirping noises in the darkness. The sky above me is a frightening thing. If I stare too intently, I forget gravity’s pull and feel as though I am going to fall into it. Shivers trickle down my spine. I am a creature of nooks and tunnels and shafts. The mine is my home, and part of me wants to run to safety, run from this alien room of living things and vast spaces.
    Eo rolls to look at me and traces the steam scars that run like rivers down my chest. Farther down she’d find scars from the pitviper along my belly. “Mum used to tell me stories of Andromeda. She’d draw with inks given to her by that Tinpot, Bridge. He always liked her, you know.”
    As we lie together, she takes a deep breath and I know she has planned something, saved something to talk about in this moment. This place is leverage.
    “You won the Laurel, we all know,” she says to me.
    “You needn’t coddle me. I’m not angry any longer. It doesn’t matter,” I say. “After seeing this, none of that matters.”
    “What are you talking about?” she asks sharply. “It matters more than ever. You won the Laurel, but they didn’t let you keep it.”
    “It doesn’t matter. This place …”
    “This place exists, but they don’t let us come here, Darrow. The Grays must use it for themselves. They don’t share.”
    “Why should they?” I ask, confused.
    “Because we made it. Because it’s ours!”
    “Is it?” The thought is foreign. All I possess is my family and myself. Everything else is the Society’s. We didn’t spend the money to send the pioneers here. Without them, we’d be on the dying Earth like the rest of humanity.
    “Darrow! Are you so Red that you don’t see what they’ve done to us?”
    “Watch your tone,” I say tightly.
    Her jaw flexes. “I’m sorry. It’s just … we
are
in chains, Darrow. We are not colonists. Well, sure we are. But it’s more on the spot to call us slaves. We beg for food. Beg for Laurels like dogs begging for scraps from the master’s table.”
    “You may be a slave,” I snap. “But I am not. I don’t beg. I earn. Iam a Helldiver. I was born to sacrifice, to make Mars ready for man. There’s a nobility to obedience.…”
    She throws up her hands. “A talking puppet, are you? Spitting out their bloodydamn lines. Your father had the right of it. He might not have been perfect, but he had the right of it.” She grabs a clump of grass and tears it out of the ground. It seems like some sort of sacrilege.
    “We have claim over this land, Darrow. Our sweat and blood watered this soil. Yet it belongs to the Golds, to the Society. How long has it been this way? A hundred, a hundred and fifty years of pioneers mining and dying? Our blood and their orders. We prepare this land for Colors that have never shed sweat for us, Colors that sit in comfort on their thrones on distant Earth, Colors that have never been to Mars. Is that something to live for? I’ll say it again, your father had the right of it.”
    I shake my head at her. “Eo, my father died before he was even twenty-five because he had the
right of it
.”
    “Your father was weak,” she mutters.
    “What the bloodydamn is that supposed to mean?” Blood rises into my face.
    “It means he had too much restraint. It means your father had the right dream but died because he would not fight to make it real,” she says sharply.
    “He had a family to protect!”
    “He was still weaker than you.”
    “Careful,”
I hiss.
    “Careful? This from
Darrow
, the mad Helldiver of Lykos?” She laughs patronizingly. “Your father was born careful, obedient. But were you? I didn’t think so when I married you. The others say you are like a machine, because they think you know no fear. They’re blind. They don’t see how fear binds you.”
    She traces the haemanthus blossom along my collarbone in a sudden show of tenderness. She