It was a situation where Finn could do nothing… like literally nothing. He was bleeding out, and in front of him stood a dozen of military fuckers, aiming at him… that was not even a single chance to shoot one… nah, he was fucked, and well, he knew it pretty much as he smiled… a big smile that wasn't that much of that demonic one, that signature smile…no it was the smile of that acceptance that he truly going to die… not by bleeding out in peace but riddled with bullets.
What a gangster way to go out.
"You are Finn, right?" One of the men asked, but he didn't even hear it that much, the question just went past him, or more like didn't even reach him as his vision now slowly blacked out and he fell to his knees.
I thought I really accepted it… dying… then why the fuck do I want to live.
