Everyone was destined to die, after all. He could still remember that first conversation with the Gambler. The man was clearly a cynical asshole. But he wasn’t wrong either. The clock was running on everyone’s life – most just didn’t appreciate that until the hourglass was almost empty. There was a sort of willful blindness to the way they walked through life, as if by ignoring their fate, they could convince themselves that it wouldn’t happen to them.
