Ahhhhh, fate, what? No luck, doesn’t matter—whether you cut your flesh or not, we still have to drive it to a liquidation price before a reversal fishy shows up, right? Damn it, damn it—I lost another quarter of my funds. Forget it, forget it—why panic? It’s just losing some money. I’m still alive; what is there to be afraid of? I’ve been through hundreds of hells—what else is there to be frantic about? It’s fine—life is meant to end; even death can’t scare me. So what am I panicking about? Boring. Start over again.