Well, that way you'd kill two souls. Is that what you want?

Sushi in Night City...? Sounds like suicide. And somehow disrespectful.

It's like uncle Estevez always said - "If you gotta choose between your ride and savin' someone else's life, always choose the ride."

Man dies the way he was born: soft, weak and helpless. Death, the one certainty in this universe of chaos, can be both a tragic end and a release from suffering, It can come as an unexpected twist, or as a beautiful, crowning counterpart to a live well lived. The curse we face as humanity, the only living beings in constant awareness of death, is our inordinate focus on the fact. How much happier is the life of the gazelle that escapes the cheetah's clutches, thinking that it evaded death once and for all, than the poor soul living out his days knowing each step inches him closer to the void!

Now, as that ol' Greek dawg says, life's a banquet - so don't go thirsty, but don't get drunk, either.