“There’s nothing to value, brother. If I don’t die, my choices are solitary confinement on earth for the rest of my life or solitary exile for the rest of my life.” It was easier to say the second time, which likely wasn’t a good sign. “Fifteen hundred years of being on my own was enough to make the void a relief once already. I can’t do anything but dread having to do it again twice over or more. But I will, if that works out to a win. I hate losing more than I want to die. If I don’t still think death is a win when the time and context comes, I’ll opt to suffer instead. I have a few options in mind for that.”