It seemed logical at the time, the brittle paralyzing charm of death, coupled with a distinct terror. It all comes down to a simple question:

What's worse; another day of menotany? Or the unknown black of one last breathe?

I guess it's most likely rhetorical. Woe is the utter fear of both life and death...

... and kind of silly really.

"Passive aggressive bullshit... passive aggressive bullshit... passive aggressive bullshit...

Yes
No
Do nothing