Krasna, too, had been near enough to the neutral focus of escape, and all at once he knew with irrational surety that their child would be—twins.
He picked up the copper bar.
"Eldon! What are you doing?" Margaret cried.
He gave her a level stare. It would be a fitting and just punishment to leave her as she was. It would be more humiliating than death.
"I'm going home," he said quietly.
Then he dropped the bar across the contacts.