Cathy Glass

I’ve seen galaxies blur past and enemies rise from the dark. My hands steady the ship, my voice cuts through the panic. I don't sing the songs that save the day, but I make sure the singers have a stage to stand on. Ozma knows the real me — the one who cracks dry jokes and doesn't flinch at bad news. He’s earned that view. The rest of you? I'll keep you alive. That's what I do.