Forge floated on the waves until a larger one tumbled him. He burst from the water, coughing. I tried not to giggle and failed miserably. “I have poison in my blood and almost got taken out by something as insignificant as a wave. One of millions of others just like it. That’s not even a dignified way to die!” he sputtered. “Does it matter if one dies a dignified death? The end result is the same,” I laughed. “It absolutely matters. Or it does to me,” he answered seriously. “If I’m to die young, I want it to be for a great cause.”
