“I think I can,” I mew softly. “Fight forever. I think life is art, and death is just a mess on the deck, and I think I have a preference.” I look up, tongue flicking over the back of my paw as I match the camera stare of Glitter’s art drone with half-lidded eyes. “I’m only here because my mom thought the same way. Thought that death was worth fighting. And I’m going to keep doing that.”
