Survival is overrated.

Living is messy.

Rovon said very seriously, looking into her eyes, "You never have to take a life, Riki. You always have a choice."Archer folded his napkin. Almost picked a fight with his uncle. Almost walked out.A choice?Sometimes the choice was kill or die.

In that moment, the nameless boy understood: This was the end. He was going to die.He would cease to breathe. Cease to be. Cease to hurt. It would be easy.But he didn't want to die.