Commander Kevyn Andreyasn is alive, but right now he wishes he were otherwise.
He is suffering from the pain of multiple muscle-tissue infarctions, chunks of him are dead, and his central nervous system is complaining loudly.
He was buried for over an hour. His lover and his comerades in arms are now four miles away, and cannot hear him scream.
So. . . where are we going?
Away. The gravesite hurts too much.
Look who's talking.