So Deadlight was along instead, settled into his seat with a distant, unfocused glare. He’d brought a thick sheaf of papers as his main weapon, apparently notes and information on the functioning of Sanctuary’s systems. If they couldn’t blow up the terraformer, it was his job to make sure they could at least control it. Flying it down into the sun would be almost as good as blowing it up. Better, if they could get off first.