Either choice is a valid one, sound within its own reasoning. But it must be recognised that anything short of a consistent, sustained effort – a bold, angry defiance – is a small part of what it is to give up.
So here he found himself; in the bowels of a decaying, archaic church that jutted out from a rocky cliff, overlooking a hamlet full of poor, foolhardy people. People desperately carving out an existence, their wretched lives watched on by this crumbling reminder of a God that had forgotten them. It made him sick, their squalor.