“You live a dangerous life, Dante. How do you expect that you will die?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure how I’m gonna die. Someday I’ll be fighting someone and they’ll get a good hit in. Shoot me right in the face. Catch me with a grenade. Something like that. I won’t even see it coming.”

Adam silently watched his bees come and go for a moment. “How are you okay with that? Knowing you could have such a sudden violent end must be maddening.”

“I’m not okay with anything. You know me. Everything pisses me off. That’s life. Until it isn’t.”