He'd be asking himself how this was his life, but he was busy staring down the Director of the Cairo Museum over a sword that he'd stolen off the reanimated corpse of an ancient Egyptian priest. While fighting a whole gang of them. Just before he'd had the opportunity to fight the Director's ancestors--literally--with nothing but the sword in his hand and some luck.
This was his life, these were his choices. Seriously, he'd won that sword by right of combat, the Hell it was going on display in a glass case in a dusty museum.
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"what is my life what are my choices" - Mummy postscript, Rick
Date: 2016-05-10 03:45 pm (UTC)From:This was his life, these were his choices. Seriously, he'd won that sword by right of combat, the Hell it was going on display in a glass case in a dusty museum.