Alex looked at him, mustering the courage to ask for a favour.
"I want first to ask you something," he started, locking gaze with Clark.
Clark saw the seriousness in his eyes, and automatically, his anger vanished. Alex was always joking around or acting stupid, so for him to be serious, it couldn't be a light matter.
"If the world was coming to an end, would you help defend it? If people were to die unless you took up arms, would you join the front lines, risking your life? If you knew you were the only one standing between innocent lives and impending death, would you hold your ground, even if the possibility of dying fell over you?"
With Alex's tone as solemn as it was, Clark immediately understood he wasn't asking those questions rhetorically. But it wasn't something he could answer to with ease.
