“How’re you guys doing? Like mentally? Sending this many people to their deaths must have weighed on you. It’s difficult to adjudicate borders, so you place the fate of others in the hands of something separate from you. Something guiltless. At night, beside a comforting fire and lush with drinks, I imagine that you reassure one another of your innocence. ‘The traveler didn’t die because we sent them to their death, the puzzle killed them.’ That’s a hard way to live and I’m sorry that you have to live it.”
in unison “I’m doing alright.” A tear rolls down the cheek of the brother on the left. You’ve got him.