ramen
He refused. He would never do it. How could he? He had too many connections to let it go. It was impossible. It would break him and he would die. The result wouldn't be good. He wouldn't do it, wouldn't dare. It's too wrong.
It was too late. The sword was already sinking into the puddle of high density carbon. It was gone, lost forever, an ancient treasure never to be seen again. That damned element. Why was it even here anyways? This was the arctic for christsakes! Why was he even in the arctic. What was the whole purpose of coming here anyway? What was it? Research? Discovering new things? Uncovering one of the world's most prized posessions?
Fuck that.