I remember the day I died. The 7th Moon, The Chill. Talking to a crazed lunatic about trying to make him think about the consequences of him deserting his family. Trying to talk some sense into him, the complete irrationality of him going on an adventure to avenge his dead sister because she sold out the family’s shady business dealings to the Federals. It seemed like he had made his mind ago a long time ago.