Kicks wasn’t afraid to die, but he was afraid to give in to the madness he sometimes felt clawing at his edges. Stronger men had been taken down by a lot less, and he knew that there were days he was hanging on by the skin of his teeth. It was really only a matter of time before he cracked—before his threadbare hold broke, and he descended into the darkness. But he wasn’t giving up. At least, not yet.
