Dislcaimer: Don't own don't sue.

Ken: *dances around* angst angst everywhere!!

*grumbles* If you don't stop springing these angst fics on me it's back in the closet with you, musey-boy. Sort of a companion fic to "Cheers," If you haven't read that one, please check it out. This is sort of another spur of the moment fic. (Ideas that spin off Aydindril.) Surprised me when he banged me over the head with it.

Ken: I love surprises.

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Give For A Moment.

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How much would you give for a moment?

How much would you give for a feeling?

How much would you give for freedom?

Your wealth?

Your pride?

Your life?

They told me not to be afraid.

I am not afraid. I have never really been afraid.

This is my life. This is my end.

He's coming now, I can feel him in my blood. And when he arrives...

It's strange, to think that all this, everything that we worked for, will be all over, so soon, so quickly.

But with victory, they will be happy.

I will be happy too.

Looking back now, I think that I might miss them. Of course I'll miss them.

But it's always, "or," never, "and."

Exchange one for the other.

What was that muggle saying? You can't have your cake and eat it too.

It is a fair trade, I suppose.

There were times that I longed for death, times when I felt cold and alone. Unloved and uncared.

There were times when I was grateful for life, when I was surrounded by friends. When worry and pain had no place.

I had life, now it's time for death.

I am not afraid.

How much would you give for a moment?

Your wealth?

I never considered myself wealthy, but I suppose that I was. Yes, I had money, but I also had loving friends, people who surrounded me and filled my days with joy.

How much would you give for a feeling?

Your pride?

Am I proud? Was I proud? Wouldn't I like to come through this, emerge with triumph, too proud to make this sacrifice? But then I'll never really win.

He's here now. It's time.

Perhaps I am a bit afraid after all.

How much would you give for freedom?

Your life.

~fin~