“I’m going to kill myself, man.”
“Life is just so tiring.”
“Well that’s unoriginal. Let’s walk, my feet itch.”
Dune lifted himself and leapt off the boulder, planting his itchy feet on the ground not too far away. Lex looked quizzically at him.
“What?” asked Dune.
A grin tugged at the edges of Lex’s lips, but he wasn’t going to give Dune the satisfaction.
“Well, what’s an original reason to kill yourself?” said Lex. He slipped off the boulder and strode towards Dune, feeling lazy.
“Err, well. Let’s say some creep takes your family hostage, and…” Dune paused, scratching his chin. “Tells you that you have to choose between their lives and yours. That’s at least a noble thing to kill yourself over.”
“But I hate my family,” smiled Lex.
“Look, people want to kill themselves all the time because they think they actually have problems big enough to kill yourself over. It’s an ego-boost. Let’s have this conversation when you’re standing on the edge of a bridge.”
The pair started walking aimlessly, and quietly. Lex thought about it for a bit. He realized he agreed with Dune, but was more amused with the serious tone Dune had suddenly adopted. Dune was a pretty light-hearted guy.
He was also the kind of guy people would vent their depression to, since he actually listened. Lex realized Dune was probably just getting tired of people wanting to kill themselves. Or at least tired of them telling him about it.