She did. Everyone did. The message is absolute. The messenger is disposable.
"They're cleaning house," Mira continued, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the jagged teeth of the colony walls were beginning to emerge from the dust. "The Spire is cutting off the bloodlines that aren't pure enough. If you deliver that tube, she’s dead by sunset. Along with anyone who shares her air."
"The order is for the Magistrate's daughter," Mira said softly. Episode 02: Kill the Messenger
"Twenty clicks to the perimeter," Mira said from the driver’s seat. Her voice was too calm for a woman driving a leaking rig through a dead zone. "You still haven't looked at it."
Elias looked at the heavy brass lock on the cylinder. His thumb hovered over the biometric scanner. He was a professional. He had crossed radioactive basins and dodged nomad snipers for seven years without ever losing a syllable of the Spire’s will. She did
"I don't look at the cargo, Mira. I just carry it," Elias muttered.
Elias stood up, stepped to the open door, and looked down at the captain. "I can't do that," Elias said. The messenger is disposable
But he looked at Mira. He saw the dark circles under her eyes, the thinness of her collarbones. They were already dying. The Spire was just pacing out the clock.