I would choose, I think, to live. Death is nothing to fear, truly, but it will come, regardless.
I can do so much in the intervening time. So much, or so little. And, in the end, I will embrace Death as an old friend and go with him gladly.
It may be better to die in flames and glory than to fade away, but...there is still much to be seen and done.
And who says Death is what we think it is? It could be anything. A transcension, transformation, merging of conscience, purgatory, bliss...or exactly what
it seems; total oblivion.
It's entirely possible, however, that I'm lying. That, faced with such a choice, I would...I
don't know.
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