I'm not scared of dying. It's just never ending blackness, nothingness... It's nothing. Nothing to feel, think, do, say, be, see, know, nothing at all. I fear much more the torture it would be for those still in the colorful world. Those still breathing and thinking and feeling. Because they would hurt. And I can't do that to them. I can't do something that, doesn't even really matter to me, when it matters a lot to others. I don't want to die. No... I just find life utterly useless and unimportant. There's no real reason to go, but not any reason to stay. Stay, for others. To save them from the pain.