[Finally, Malik takes a seat next to the bed, leaning over so that his head might rest against it and the soft sheets. He lets out a thoughtful sigh, reaching into his pants to pull out that dagger and turn it in his hands.

Immortality. That was something humanity strived for, wasn't it? Then why was the idea so terrifying to him? Eternity was incomprehensible.]

You broke my trust. You're lucky, I really considered killing you back there. [He accidentally pricks his finger on the blade, wincing.]

...But I don't hate you.

[Malik sets the blade down in his lap, slouching over so that his bangs hid his face.]

If I do this...and my body dies without me, I can never make it to the afterlife. Then again... [A small, distraught laugh escapes him.] Ammit was going to eat me anyway.

What's worse? Disappearing, or never being able to disappear?