“How is this shit fair?” Dom asked, his brow creased again. “This was just the first island outside of town. And new players start here?” The Gambler just shot him a mocking grin. “Fair? Who said anything about fair?” He held Dom’s gaze, his expression sobering. “In your experience, is life ever fair? Does anyone have control over where they’re born? Their parents? The color of their skin? Of course not. They’re all just dice rolls. Chance and probability. The cards we’re dealt.”
