“True – though it doesn’t mean we have to accept the proposal, do we? I find death to be a trivial thing to deal with. Then again, life would be pretty boring without it constantly shoving itself into our faces.”
A slow sweep of his right hand, curious gaze fixated on the man in front of him, before giving a small shrug as if to emphasize that everything he’d just said were menial.
“I could use for some boring right about now. I can tell you that much. I’m just tired of watching the people I care about die. Of feeling like I’m about to die before I even get the chance to experience a lot of -- things. Hell, I’ve already died. More than once. That’s a lot more than most people can say. Ain’t no way I want to let that happen again any time soon.”
He heaves a sigh and shuffles his drink closer, but doesn’t expect the other to understand what death means for him when they have such different kinds of life.