Maybe, said the voice inside of him, no amount of death will be enough. No death will satisfy your need -
You're like a monster. A bottomless pit.
She'd lit a cigarette, sat back. She said his name with a mouth full of white smoke.
His mind was racing. He'd never thought about so much at once before. It was terrifying. His skin tingled. His hands were shaking.
If no amount of death, if no death after death after death, will balance out this loss, this one death, then maybe another death is not the solution. But if the solution is NO DEATH couldn't it just as well be, since death no longer matters ALL DEATH?
He thought about that. He didn't need to think too long or too hard. If those were the options there really wasn't a choice.