Gross.

[What a boy remark to make. At least it's a sign that maybe he's feeling a little better, though.]

I think...if it'd had to be me, that would be okay. One guy for the whole world. When I think about it like that, it feels like I could be okay with it. It just makes sense.

[He huffs softly; after a minute, one of his previously-steady breaths turns into a shaky sniffle.]

But if I'm okay with it, then why does dying still scare me so much?