 What is the connection between bravery and death?
Giles made the expected comments, smiled the proper smiles and greeted his staff by the right names, but it was purely automatic. But with the Procyon shuttle arriving yesterday, there was no telling what might turn up. They found it drifting half a light-year out and captured it. For eighty years now, they’d been sending out the little ships that vanished at greater than the speed of light, equipped with every conceivable device to make them return automatically after taking pictures of wherever they arrived. This was the first hope they’d found that the century-long trips between stars in the ponderous shuttles might be ended and he should have been filled with excitement at Jordan’s hasty preliminary report. Scientists there had puzzled over it, reset it and sent it back. Only his youngest son would have sent an elaborate tercentenary greeting verse—one that would arrive ninety years too late! He barely mentioned being married on the way or his dozen children, but filled most of the frame with glowing description and a plea for his father to join him there! He had no desire to spend ninety years cooped up with a bunch of callow young emigrants, even in one of the improved Exodus shuttles. And even if Exodus ever got the super-light drive working, there was no reason he should give up his work. The discovery that men could live practically forever had put an end to most family ties; sentiment wore thin in half a century—which wasn’t much time now, though it had once seemed long enough. Faint blur lines indicated it had been moving when the picture was taken. It took two accidents to get the thing back to us—and with a half-light-year miss that delayed it about twenty years before the Procyon shuttle heard its signal. Pre-setting a course may take centuries, if we can ever master it. NO SANE man would risk a chance for near eternity against such a relatively short wait. Heroism had belonged to those who knew their days were numbered, anyhow. Usually it was too easy to realize that, and the sight of the solid, time-enduring buildings outside should have given him a sense of security. Like an automaton, he bent forward, his other hand groping for the mirror that should be in one of the drawers. It was only two blocks to Giles’ residence club, but he had to stop twice to catch his breath and fight against the pain that clawed at his chest. Dubbins was at his side almost at once, with a hand under his arm to guide him toward his suite.
 Bravery only seems to come to those who know they have limits.
 There is no correlation. It’s based on personality how brave someone is.  If one can’t be hurt, then people tend to be braver.  Bravery only seems to come to those who know they have limits.  Bravery only seems to come to those who are limitless.