There was life out there. They had proof of it now. And the proof came in the shape of a weapon, so what did that tell him? - James S. A. Corey

Duarte was a thoughtful, educated, civilized man and a murderer. He was charming and funny and a little melancholy and, as far as Holden could tell, completely unaware of his own monstrous ambition. Like a religious fanatic, the man really believed that everything he’d done was justified by his goal in doing it.

Josep grunted. “Could be prophecy.”
“Could be that the universe doesn’t give a shit about us or anything we do and your mystic bullshit’s just a way we try to pretend otherwise.”

Holden couldn’t tell if she was melancholy or solving a complex engineering problem in her head. Those looks were confusingly similar.