In the same moment, both hate and desire died forever within him, as he knew the price of his revenge.
The dead astronaut was perhaps more beautiful in death than she had been in life. Tiny though she was, she must have been tough as well as highgly-trained to qualify for this mission. As she lay at Tibor's feet she was neither a Russian, nor the first female human being to have seen the far side of the Moon. She was merely the girl that he had killed.
Nick was talking from a long way off.
"She was carrying this," he said, in an unsteady voice. "Had it tight in her hand. Took me a long time to get it out."
Tibor scarcely heard him, and never even glanced at the tiny spool of tape lying in Nick's palm. He could not guess, in this moment beyond all feeling, that the Furies had yet to close in upon his soul --- and that soon the whole world would be listening to an accusing voice from beyond the grave, branding him more irrevocably than any man since Cain.
in Tales from Planet Earth - Arthur C. Clarke
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