Re: Throwing Game
That was a sentiment he was more than a little familiar with. "That's noble of you," he said. "At some point...I think we all have to learn that there is only so much we can do. As long as we're able to do it, it's something we have to all learn to be satisfied with, even if we want to save everyone."
Just then, a passing ride attendant handed him a pair of envelopes as they walked past. He turned, watching them walk away, but they didn't even slow down. He looked down at one of the envelopes, turning it over. It had his name on it, though it was a little eerie that the attendant had known it was meant for him without even asking. He opened it, pulled the letter out, scanned it, and smiled. "A letter from a friend of mine," he said, in explanation. He opened the second and his smile widened a little. "I didn't even think to write letters. I saw the box at the front, but I didn't expect to receive any. I'll have to thank them."