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The problem is simple.
A handful of lives against all of them.
The problem is bright, and loud, and over in the blink of an eye. It is a list of names, all dead in less than a moment.
New problem.
One life, against everyone's.
You know the right answer as much as you know his, because you let yourself get close. Dummes Mädchen.
It's the wrong answer, if you ever even cared.
New problem.
Your friend is gone. He's already stardust, and he doesn't even know it yet.
Oh why do you cry, Kleine?
It's just a trolley problem.