"Why should I stop thinking about it?" those were his colleagues, and Benjamin Swantz couldn't just forget about something that had just happened. Those people around him who were unaffected would forget sooner or later, but what about the families of those three people?
What kind of shock were they enduring? Although Benjamin wasn't usually as empathetic as he was now, he just couldn't manage it at that moment—he wanted an explanation. If everyone treated them as mere tools for saving lives and helping the injured, then their sacrifice would seem justified, but why should it be? Why did they have to bear so much?
Benjamin truly couldn't understand. If possible, he wanted to curse those people. If only they had been more careful driving, if there had been fewer accidents, then wouldn't that mean fewer colleagues might have died?
