“It’s our ship,” Pharynx repeated, his voice dropping into a low growl. “The Inanna survived even when everything about us did not. Harmony couldn’t help itself—it preserved it because it was unique, but because it was alien and outside of its influence it hid the ship away where no one could use it again. You see what the years have done. Even preserved, it’s falling apart at the seams. No thanks to whatever you did.”