"Sparring." he echoes, rolling his eyes so loud. "Don't give me that namby pamby excuse for the real deal. I'm talking to the death. Maybe there's no actual danger around here but fuck if I'm going to spend the rest of my unnatural life sitting in karaoke bars like a sad sack."
He leans in closer, a touch of desperation in his voice.
"I won't do it, Jack. I won't go gently into the good night."