Those things that are the most obvious are the very things we've most likely to overlook.

And that’s about all any of us can really hope for, to die with our dignity, to die with honor and valor. To die knowing we did everything we could.

Have you ever had something happen to you that there was simply no explanation for? That you can't chalk up to a coincidence, or an accident, or even fate?

I can’t help blushing and looking down at my feet. “It was nothing.” “It was literally everything to me.” I look up, putting on my best version of Eight’s teasing smile. “In that case, I think I deserve more than a gross hot dog.” Eight clasps his hands across his chest like I’ve wounded him. “You’re right! I’m a fool to think my life could be traded for a hot dog.” He grabs my hand and gets down on one knee, pressing his forehead to the back of my hand. “My savior, what can I ever do to repay you?

I'll come back to you," I say. "I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you." Her face is buried in my neck. She nods. "I'll count the minutes until you do." she says.

Maybe the only good thing about death is that you never have to relive it. You never have to remember the pain.

Those things that are the most obvious are the very things we've most likely to overlook.