"So...maybe the dice are cursed afterall." Chance muttered under his breath as he weighed the small objects in his hand. "I guess it's time for you to move on to a new owner, so the cycle goes."<br/>Chance lifted his head up and stared Kali in the eyes.<br/>"I'm a man of my word. You can have the dice as well as me. I may not be happy about it, but such is the risks we take in life. People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone's circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It's not chance or fate. It's the choice you made." Chance said, surprised that he found himself smiling. He was actually happy to have lost. It had been a long time sense he had tasted defeat.