Bmp. Bmp.
Bmp. Bmp.
The second before the bus collided with Canada he realised that if he were mortal, he would finally have the answer for a question that haunted all men and women when they can acknowledge their mortality.
How shall I die?
But Canada's spine was a mountain chain and veins of gold were in his shoulders. He was geography, an idea made flesh, an identity held by millions and he did not belong to himself. Canada was immortal, and he knew as the bus hit him with astonishing force that he would not perish saving the life of a small child. One of his own people. He was not afraid.
