Chapter 80: Norwell's dying.
The dream was relaxing, and Chasm held on to sleep. He floated in warm water, and nothing hurt. His stumps didn’t throb, and every ache was gone from his bones. For the first time since he was a child, there was no burning sting from whip marks. Even the peela wasn’t harassing him.
That was how he knew he was dead. Only in death would he feel this good.