Darius slumped against the inside of the Heavy Bolter turret for the second time in an hour as his vision swam, finally clearing the red haze from in front of his eye.   He thought... he was pretty sure, that he had managed to avoid injuring anyone but the Archbishop... but what had he been thinking?  The explosion of the theater only increased his feeling of unreality.  The pain on his left arm was incredibly intense now, and his head still swam with the near overdose of pain meds, but he was still thinking clearer now than when the rage had filled him.<br/><br/>Maybe Baromir could convince the arbites that there was a good reason for everything... Maybe they could use the whole situation as publisity, spin it somehow... but whatever Baromir did to salvage the situation, Darius knew he wouldn't be a part of it.   Any minute now they'd come arrest him... lock him up like the animal he was... if they didn't just shoot him.  But Darius didn't care.   He was just... so tired.  He sat, slumped inside the turret and waited for them to come.