Knights Against the Night Part 37

Some things are worth dying for.

Bolt barely understood his reasoning. Sure Freddie was great, but to give up your life, when there was no need to.

Freddie was small. He was young. He wouldn't notice if Chester vanished for a few days. Surely a few days of vacation...

Not that Chester would listen to him, not on this subject, not on any subject anymore.

It was silly and foolish and Chester was going to die.

Then he would be alone. Bolt would be completely alone. No one to talk to, no one.

Even if he didn't listen, he was there.

And one day he wouldn't.

If there was anything Bolt could do. There was nothing.

What he was meant to do?

Bolt's mind shattered all over the place, he was not equipped to deal with death, not equipped to deal with his friend's death.

Was Chester a friend?

Bolt wasn't sure, but the idea of a life alone, a life empty of Chester terrified him.

Bolt didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to deal.

What was he thinking? Why would Chester be willing to die when there was so many better options out there?