The When and How

Ennsu

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Drowning.
Eaten by wildlife.
Heart attack.
Disease.
Poison.
Falling a long way.
Bleeding out.
Asphyxiating in the void.

Obliterated by turbolaser fire.
Shredded by blasterfire.
Exploded by detonators.
Evaporated by a disruptor.
Punctured by slugthrowers.
Crushed by a collapsing building.
Beaten to death with fists, feet, pipes, improvised debris.
Slashed into shreds with a lightsaber or vibroblade.
Crushed, mentally destroyed, evaporated, torn apart, smashed by the Force.


So many ways to perish. I think about them all the time, every day. But they haven't gotten me yet. They try, but I'm hard to kill.

It's important though. When it happens it won't be something new, just something I've already thought of. Something I'm comfortable with. A last act I have absolute certainty of.

Not today, though. Not tomorrow either. I'll keep fighting, I never get tired of it. I think I'll outlast all of them.
 
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