I sat down next to him, hoping to learn from the Chieftain. But he didn’t look up or acknowledge my presence, he just sat and kept sharpening his sword, until I coughed.
“Tomorrow never dies.”
I waited, hoping he would continue, but he just kept sharpening, so I coughed again.
“There’s always another fight, another battle, another war. Tomorrow holds more conflict, conflict you must strive to meet. And you can’t meet it if you’re dead. So stay alive.”
I got up, satisfied. I thought I heard him mutter something about “Believing this shit” but I must have been mistaken.