Amen to that, he thinks bitterly. One more reason to think he’s in some sort of ironic Hell, throwing himself against a wall and failing yet again to learn his lesson. You gonna disappoint me again, son? Always, the commander’s voice whispers in his ear.

Carver’s fingers twitch. He refocuses.

“They deserve their rest,” he replies flatly, giving Vander a warning look. No one is allowed to disrespect his dead—no one. “The others can fucking burn.”