“Why the devil should that matter? As if this station required anyone’s understanding to function. Bah! Can you imagine?!” It would cease to operate the moment he stepped away, for starters. “That lever will be pulled because it is the worst and only mishap that can possibly happen to King Dragon here. I won’t waste my time on the particulars, but once that lever is pulled, every scrap of bad luck that’s been captured here will be funneled into the largest, most [i]meaningful[/i] individual here. He will become an avatar of disaster, at least for as long as he can survive the ordeal, which I would estimate to be, oh, somewhere south of a minute? I’d say two if he’s lucky, but, well. I know he won’t be.”

Genius, no? No prison, no matter how well-designed, could hope to hold onto all the bad luck of the line since its creation. There had to be a means of controlled release. Why not incorporate it into the station’s own defenses? Other aspects of the Heart would surely worm their way in with time, and when they did, and when they died, they would take all the accumulated misfortune with them. Child’s play, if you knew what you were doing.

“Nothing else in this station can possibly threaten him. It is, absolutely, the only thing that could go wrong for him. Someone would have to reach the heart of Wormwood Station amid this chaos, and throw the lever by hand. Completely unfathomable. Thus, it will surely happen.”

You may applaud whenever you like, Fool.