They were always creating an opening at where no exit was. They were trying to remind themselves where the road was for return; the return was the way back to that garden; the return was foredoomed to failure under the ancient curse. They could only keep carrying on the scar, keep moving around, keep being everlasting in dizziness. That scar stands for one rule, one rule similar to one gambling that you have to choose. The bullets are on lock with an aim at the forehead. All rest of persons could have been saved in exchange of one sacrifice of oneself. In another space, same choice was confronted among some interaction of human relationship repeatedly playing, as one gambling as well. Would it have been ended with satisfactory as what faire tale end? Or would it have been remained at apex of pain without exit?