“Almost seems like it would have been easier to die in my grand final gesture,” I muttered. But Mische, of course, saw right through my wry joke. “That’s the cost of a future, Warden,” she said. “It’s hard work, to make the choice to do better every single night for the rest of your life. Maybe that’s why acolytes are always so obsessed with dying in a fiery blaze of martyrdom.”
