“Here’s the point: that’s all future stuff, y’know? Everything you worry about. Everything that keeps you awake at night. All the shitty things the world has waiting for all of us. You know: Failure. Old age. Loneliness. Heartbreak. Cancer. Whatever.
“All that is gone, now. You get it? That’s all shit to worry about tomorrow—but we won’t have to. Not ever again.
“For us, there is no tomorrow.
“Think about it. We have nothing left to worry about. Nothing. Shit, those Black Knives out there tonight? They’re giving us a gift. Because all that bad stuff, all the rotten fucking shit that could possibly happen for the rest of our lives... won’t. Because the only rest of our lives we have left is a few minutes to decide how we’re gonna die.”