When you're about to die, when you have no other options, you are supposed to see your life flash before your eyes. Supposed to see your good and evil deeds. Supposed to feel them being weighed by some greater force...
I was almost positive I was dead. But I hadn't seen my life flash before my eyes. I hadn't seen my good and evil deeds. None of what was supposed to have happened, happened.
All I had seen was darkness. All I saw now were three people that couldn't exist. All I had heard, and heard now, were three voices, whispering, "Choose. Choose."