"Well... fuck," you muttered looking down into your own hands as you weighed your options. Go ahead, return home, forget all that has happened, and never worry any further about things. You'll live your life, as meager as it was, and die with an option to have a proper afterlife. Then there's returning to Equestria, with a fucking hole in your chest, likely in pain physically and for sure on the spiritual level that, according to Death herself, will likely last until your next death, ending with... nothingness. It seemed so obvious which you should choose. One left you without any pain and another real chance at life, while the other left you with minimal chances and undeniable pain.