Frankie sat calmly, a plan starting to form as his abused flesh rested.  "You seek oblivion?  Have you not been able to find it?  You, who had the opportunity to witness great fire of Rome, to be present on the sands of Los Alamos when the great fury was unleashed.  That is all you have?"  Frankie stood, Unable to control his amusement.  "And you mean to tempt me with this?  Seriously?"<br/><br/>Frankie stepped away from the water, feeling secure in the dry sands nearby.  "My duty is not who I am.  Who I am is my virtue, what I protect.  You have nothing.  Are you trying to take the entire planet with you when you take your trip to oblivion?"  Frankie asked, knowing that the tactician would soon figure out that he was unwilling to enter the water, if he hadn't already.  "I will not let you baptize me in your foul ways.  You never told me how many times you had been buried, you know."