This isn't what I normally write, but I had to write something.
"Why do you do it?" the Atlantian asked the little bird in wonder, "Why do you risk your life like that? Awaiting and accepting death so easily?"
The Boy Wonder looked at the older teen, a look of anguish crossed his face and in that moment he looked older beyond his years. The youngest member of the team looked around at his group of friends, pain clearly written on his face.
"I've seen death," he stated gravely, "I've seen thirty six people die, and that was while working as Robin alone, but I would take their deaths any time, any day, over the death I didn't see happen," at the confused look on everyone's face he continued, "I didn't see the boy loose his life, I didn't see the life leave his eyes, but I saw the weeks and months leading up to it, I saw the months and years after it. Because anyone would choose to die by some madman, it's the easy way out, usually its fast. Hours is nothing compared to months. You see I'd rather die from fighting to save others then have to face a slow excruciating death."
"I know death," the youngest states, drawing a calming breath before continuing, "But to watch someone slowly become weaker, month after month, to watch them slowly slip away, that's the worst kind. To center your life around that person, to spend all of your time trying to make them better, to spend all of your thoughts in hopes and prayers that they will recover, that the cancer will go away, to have to pick your life back up after that person leaves you to go to a better place. To have to fill the void that person created."
"The worst kind of death, isn't the quick one from battle, it's not the hero's death. Although the hero will be missed, they died living their life. The worst isn't a death from torture, because although it's painful, there is far worse pain in the world. The worst kind of death is the kind the creeps up on you, slowly taking your life and everything you hold dear. The worst kind comes from inside, something you can't stop, not even with today's medicine. That's the worst kind."
"His name was Adam, he lived a lovely life, and hopefully he's living an enchanting and wonderful eternal life."
Robin looks away at the far wall, not meeting anyone's stares not wanting to see their looks of sympathy, because in truth he hadn't known Adam that well. Sure Robin knew of them, they went to the same school, and his sister was Robin's age, but Robin had seen the effects of cancer, he had seen the lives that boy and reached, and he had seen the lives that boy had changed forever for better or for worse. Robin may have known death, but he could never understand it, he would never understand why that boy had been chosen, why that boy's body didn't survive. But he would have to accept it, and have to accept that maybe it was God's doing, and maybe God knew what he was doing.
This went out to Adam Corbett, he just graduated high school. I never met him officially, but I know his sister and this is a tribute to his wonderful life and the eternal life I know he is enjoying with our Creator. Its heart wrenching what can happen to us sometimes, but I suppose that's the battle we all face, to make the most of this life. I would tell you to rest in peace Adam, but I want you to be more then peaceful I want you to be overjoyed, I want you have so much more than just peace.