He wanted to give up. He thought about it; debated it. Weakly. But knew he couldn't do it... not this time. Not after all the other times, as he remembered every obstacle that ever stood in his path to salvation. Every time he hit an unscalable wall--not unlike the actual one before him--he always gave up when things seemed impossible to conquer. After every failure, Atchmon always went back 'home' with his tail tucked between his legs. Before now, he only had himself to worry about. It didn't matter to him how hard he tried, or if he failed, so long as it meant living another day. 