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It took a few replays in your head to realise this: every choice you make affects everything.
You could make everyone love or hate you. You could make them support one cause or another. And most powerful of all…you could let them live or die.
Thankfully, there are grey areas you can enter.
If you wanted to, you could touch on a third option. Your hands are the butterfly wings; when they move, they will cause a tornado from miles away.
How many tornados have you created? Well, considering the state of things, you’ve made them more like cyclones. Cyclones invite destruction and severe weather conditions in their wakes.
But they replenish and rearrange what’s needed to other places.
What would life be like if you didn’t answer that call? Maybe there would have been a worse disaster than you could ever cause.
Nobody would pick up that phone; nobody would learn how to make the news look good; nobody would know where or who to turn to.
Whether you were there or not, Dave and the broadcast itself would be on the line.
Boseman’s a fool for not hiring back-ups.
You started off as a janitor of this building. In a way, you’re still cleaning up the place. You’re picking up the pieces people have left. Sometimes those people are you, yourself.
You’ve spent many years cleaning up messes.
Now you’re the one who’s making them.