"I have two questions, Jason. I think I know the answers to them both
but I'll ask you anyway. One. You knew this would happen, didn't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've calculated this insane business down to the last drop of
sweat," Tom growled. "You knew that I'd knock the satellite out of
position while I was working on it, and the only way to get it back in
the right orbit would be for me to tow it back and strand myself up
here. This is a suicide mission, isn't it, Jason?"
"That's not true...."
"Don't bother defending yourself. I don't hate you anymore, Jason, I
understand you, dammit. You made our deal as much to get rid of me as
to get your precious satellite put together."
"No one can force you to tow the satellite...."
"Sure, I can leave it where it is and come back home. If I can fly this
ship, which I doubt. And what would I come back to? I left a world
without power. I'd return to a world without hope. And some dark night
one of your disappointed young goons would catch up with me ... and no
one would blame him, would they?"