Martin hadn't been at the monastery during the Rage of ’42, when Luther had slain every single living person in the place. Martin’s job had been to cover that up, fabricating the fire that had destroyed much of the old building. He didn’t think he could get away with such a trick again. Time was short now, Luther was very close, and he had to take the risk Luther himself had refused because of the proximity of the victim. Luther was oblivious now, not needing food, drink, or sleep, only dimly aware of anything happening outside his laboratories, Martin would not be missed. If Luther went berserk, one last crazed feeding might just return him to his senses.