Angus again, from Nocturnia. Perhaps the single most horrible moment in his life, when he had fallen out of favour... 'Forget. Worming into his very mind, his soul, he'd witnessed the breaking apart of logic. memory, belief. An uttered scream, when voice had given way. He mighthave twitched, even then, at the electric touch, the gentleness that burned. That touch, that once had held such different madness in its wake. He moaned, he might have sobbed, covered in blood and grime, a tattered mind.'