Winter: Halfway to God IV
We stood there for a while until Ash continued on without a word. I followed him, also silent.

"How did you feel when you were here for the first time?" I asked gingerly.

He paused, and then said, "I don’t know. I don’t even know if I want this life. I don't remember being granted it by God, or anyone else."

"I'm sure there was a reason for God to grant you this life, if He did, and a reason you agreed to it, if He asked," I reasoned. "After all, God chose you. He must've known that you would be happy here or else He wouldn't have considered it."

"What are you? A wiseman or something?" He scoffed scornfully, and a little indignant.

"No," I disagree. "I only have great faith in God."

"I don't trust this God fellow. He does great things but He makes mistakes."

"Maybe his mistakes were made purposefully."

"No no no. Look at how we've turned out? Even people chosen by God kills, even when told not to. Even we pass judgement. Even we kill-" He stopped suddenly.

But it was too late. My curiosity burned. "What do you mean by 'we kill?'"

"Nothing, nothing." He said in a tone that indicated that the conversation had ended.