I'm not asking you to sleep with him. Good, because I don't use sex as a weapon," Bobbie said. "I use weapons as weapons. - James S. A. Corey

Sorry," Bobby said…"I'm pissed at you right now and it's not your fault.
What can I stop not doin' so it ain't my fault anymore?

The hardest thing was to trust his own people to do their jobs well, but it was what he had to do. He wondered if the high consul suffered the same thing—knowing that all the critical action would be taken by others who were guided by his orders, but in conditions he could only guess at, and in places where his intervention, even if it were possible, could only muddy the waters. It was a subtle and terrible insight. The powerlessness of control.

She was rejoicing and mourning at the same time. And also feeling the deep unease that came from the reminder that being familiar wasn’t the same as being understood.