He had a few kilos of thermite hidden in his room. Finally, something had actually gotten accomplished last night. It had been far too much trouble to get to that point. I am not going to waste time traveling with others tonight.

And it was so painfully bright again. His daily headache had returned, more painful and irritating in the morning, when he was still adapted to near-total darkness. He just wanted find someplace pitch black and quiet to think.

[Waiting for Gabranth!]