The ragged elite tossed in his sleep, trying to stop thinking about the inevitable end. Yet how could he? Sev 'Ikavowattinrzoee always had trouble sleeping, and there was no hope of that on the rack of metal. His memories never ceased to remind him of the horror of his career. The senior took a few deep breaths. He couldn't let his value of self-preservation become noticed, not when he owed everything to the High Prophets. They gave him meaning in life, and they gave his family security when he was gone. Why spend time trying to undo that kindness? Sev just got an idea.