The archangel understood, as does the mast in its sinking, That he was the drowned man of the shadows' flood; He furled once more his wing with its granite nails, And wrung his hands. And the star went out. - Et Nox Facta Est by Victor Hugo
I’m tired of being responsible for 203 lives, and… I’m tired of deciding which mission is too risky and which isn’t, and who’s going on the landing party and who doesn’t… and who lives… and who dies.
The HUMAN captain.