Death comes fast.

Like an asteroid screaming through the sky, like a train hurtling past the station...

It comes.

Ejnar bowed his head and looked up to the sky, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. He would always get like this when experiencing death; it was never a thing he liked to experience, but who does? No tears came, he spoke no words; he merely stayed silent, thinking, contemplating.

He could be next, who knows? Death rolls the dice, death holds the stakes. You never know.

Goodbye, Johnny.

OoC: My post isn't long, I didn't know Duke; this is my tribute.