`` i do believe you would , my lord . he steps forward and pushes the tip of the stake into my chest , slowly , twisting it as it sinks beneath my skin . `` how 'd you guys learn to fly the shuttles ? '' doc always pairs us with anyone struggling with their technique , i said , not liking the direction of the conversation . though i was smiling , my tone was firm . something happened that i did n't count on . he looped the chain off the knob and clutched it in his fist . 