"If I told you to die, would you?"
In the cold basement, the air condensed in your breath.
The silver-white lights like a stage play cut through the bluestone slab at the junction of light and dark. It was only a few feet away and within arm's reach. Your question that day flashed through my mind and I couldn't help but chuckle. It seems that everything is pointing to the end point, yes, you will not lose.
It's still the familiar slender figure, still the distinct knuckles, it's still you.
Did you laugh?
Me too.
I know how ridiculous this answer is.