You still secretly believe that there is an element of magic to this world? It’s all just soulless molecules bouncing against each other randomly.
You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
Sick children inevitably become arrested: You are fated to live out your days as the child you were when diagnosed, the child who believes there is life after a novel ends. And we, as adults, we pity this, so we pay for your treatments, for your oxygen machines. We give you food and water though you are unlikely to live long enough…