Falcon looks at Life, the blood draining from his face.
"What?" he gasps, staring at his hands in consternation.
Life shakes her head, sniffing slightly. Falcon gapes at her, a million questions running over and over in his mind. Die? Now? No, not now, not ever. He's nearly died once before, and had it not been for Eternal and the compound he wouldn't have been there at all. And he was immortal? How could he die? And all for a power he didn't even know how to use properly. He shook his hand experimentally and, sure enough, no surge of energy comes racing forth. In fact, he doesn't even feel like it's ever been there at all.
"Very well," he says. "Show me how to stay alive. You two must have done it, show me."
"What?" Life looks at him. "What do you mean?"
"Show me how to survive the sickness!" he replies, half-desperate. "Please!"
I don't want to die.