“Do you truly think you’re going to die?” Edwin fumbled the pencil. “What?” “Because I’ve known soldiers who are so convinced of their death that they start hurrying it along. And that’s dangerous for everyone around them.” “You think I want to die?” “I think you hate the idea of things you can’t understand and control, and if the opportunity came up to make it fast, painless, and meaningful—to sacrifice yourself—you’d be tempted.”
