You died while killing a fly. Little did you know, the fly had metal wings and cut your palms, and when you smushed it the dead-fly-juice infected your cuts immediately and you... just... died...
You must never give into despair. Allow yourself to slip down that road, and you surrender to your lowest instincts. In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength. — Uncle Iroh
And if you don't like them, how'd they earn your trust, huh?
Okay that's more likely. Lol
