"No one wants to die," Kurt pointed out as he sat himself near the door and drew his knees up to his chest. He rested his arms on his knees and his chin on his arms and regarded Sebastian coolly. They were both going to die, there was little doubt about it, he wondered idly which of them would go first (since apparently neither of them knew the answer to the question). Closing his eyes, Kurt fished a rosary from his pocket and began to pray in a mumble, some of it was in German and some of it was in English and he carried on in a low murmur. He was determined to face his death with courage and grace and trust that whatever awaited him was better than the cruelty of this world.