He sang lullabies, turned off the room's power and forced his eyes to close but none of them helped. Ace tossed and turned in his bed, banging his head on the pillow that provided no comfort. Comfort. It was a couple of hours before he admitted to himself that he would have to think about it. The thing that killed his family and friends. The thing that provided him comfort. Comfort. The thing that, once again, saved him from being another casualty. The thing that was keeping him alive, but for how long? Had his luck ran out? Or had his luck spread? He was alive, that suggested his luck was still there. But the others, the others... Them. They were an anomaly. Why were they alive? Ace liked them but it raised so many questions. He had assumed his luck had ran out and that it was the other survivors that had saved him but that made no sense. If his luck was still there, guarding him, it would mean that he would live. But what about them? They deserved to get out of this mess. Was it my luck that they survived? Is them surviving part of the luck?
Maybe his luck had ran out, now unable to help Ace further after saving him from death one last time. Luck had been with him all his life but now, as a goodbye, it had given him a chance to live in normality, with the fear of dying and the terrible feeling that followed after realizing that you could die. But, at the same time it was a chance to socialize, experience true friendship. All things Ace had forgotten. It made much more sense now. It was his fate to bond with them and Ace would embrace it. It did not matter whether or not he survived. Luck had given him a chance to experience the part of life he had shut off, perhaps for one last time. At death's doorstep, Ace could finally live life!
With that in mind, Ace finally drifted off to sleep, content with his conclusion.
