That kind of attention changes people, and it don’t make them better. - James S. A. Corey

Even with all that metal and ceramic crammed into the same little corner of space, even with the relatively tiny thousand klicks across what was the inner face of the Ring, the chances that he’d run into anything were trivial. There was a lot more nothing than something.

An invisible line in space, unmarked by anything more than what people believed about it. And that was enough.

Are you sure it was him?" Teresa asked.
Provable? No. Silly to assume anything different? Yes. At this point I'd need evidence that it wasn't Duarte before I'd entertain it seriously. I hear hoofbeats, I'm still thinking horses at this point.