Oh sure, everything happens for a reason. The reason just happens to be chaos. [sourly.] ...And Fate being a bastard, of course.

[That sour expression shifts to something more horrified at the suggestion. He can practically feel his own organs curl in on themselves in terror.] Look in - ? Gods, no. A person's insides are supposed to stay in there, that's why they aren't on the outside to begin with, all right? There's no room in there for heroism, I promise you, it's all been taken up with self-preservation.