The sky in front of you is littered with glowing lights. A meteor shower a bright contrast against the starry night.

Ghost sits beside you on the soil; the two of you in the middle of nowhere. Held captive by the enemy. Awaiting your execution. Talking about whether anything lies beyond death. A rather fitting conversation.

“For argument’s sake, if you had to pick a favourite memory to relive, over and over, what would it be?”

Ghost’s voice quiet, and painted with something sad.