It's a bit of both. Being what I am without any limits on it, don't need sleep. Now that there's a cap on all of my sick sprite shit, I have to get at least a few hours. [He doesn't mind sleep so long as he knows where the people he cares about are. Davesprite glances warily around at the hallway walls and frowns.]

And this place is too damn quiet. [He doesn't trust the silence. There's something out there in the dark. He can just picture it crouched down and waiting for the hapless to wander too close.]