Rhodri steadied himself, in a few short minutes, he was going to die. Voltus was going to kill him. Still, better to have died perfect, than to have run away flawed. Rhodri picked up a set of handcuffs and chained himself to the chair, he wasn't going to let himself escape, the record meant everything to him. Rhodri sat there counting the minutes, his trademark smile fading, almost into a fearful expression. Rhodri sat up straight and prepared himself as Voltus' eyes fluttered open.