[Deckerd's optics grow brighter and brighter]

You are going to make time. I don't care if this ship is so off course that it is pointed straight at the heart of a star.

[He grit his teeth hard enough that his jaw ached, and at his side his hand twitched once then twice towards his service pistol. But he would not. Not even for this]

It would be violating every rule I live my life by to try to rip vengeance out of you for what you've done to Quickman and the others. So I will have to be satisfied by asking again: where are they.