It was a large glass sphere he held. He held it as if it was heavy, either from weight of substance or with consequence. He looked at it mesmerized. Horror, longing, disgust and reverence, either all described his face or none did. He seemed bound from speaking to any with ears. What silent conversation he had with that dire crystal none watching could know. None could fathom the relevance of the struggle, even the holder of the glimmering ball. He just knew enough to hesitate more. "The death we know or the death we don't?" No sound marked the inhale of every breath as the glass rolled down long rigid fingers.

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