"Will you die trying?"
Rephrasing her words ones more to help Art understand she was Serious, she stared at him intently.
Art on the otherhand once laid back found himself agitated by her question.
Dying.
Art had died once, the cause still alien to him. He remembered the suffocating pain, the dreadful despair, and, surprisingly, the feeling wasn't numb to him. He knew death. He understood what it entailed—but could he face it?
"Of course."
His answer was simple.
He didn't want to die for some "greater good" kind of cause, but if that was the only solution, then he probably wouldn't hesitate. His role and his system all pointed toward a greater sacrifice.
