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he lays in bed for days on end, thinking and regretting everything he's done in life. He's become catatonic; rarely gets out of bed and doesn't speak. His wounds hurt and ache and hes been restrained multiple times from making the large burn on his face worse. They call him lucky through the thin walls; said it was a blessing he lived through the the weight of the mines walls crushing him, but no one spoke of how he gripped the magnet- his 'souvenir' from the incident- like a lifeline and stared at it with empty eyes. As if he hasn't shown any emotion since being excavated.
If only he wasn't greedy; maybe the rich were right all along. maybe there was no point in trying to turn his life around. there was no point to the 20 years of dedication he put to his job, because it only amounted to his 'family' getting crushed by his own incompetence and he is the sole survivor; he, the one who doesn't deserve to live, not after taking the lives of those who were closest to him.
Luck would've been if he died with them. This is karma.