"This one doesn't count. The result is too low..."
"This one's not bad. It'll do..."
"I can't keep letting it be redone, so we'll leave it at this!"
Sometimes, when the number rolled was too low, Conner generously refused to count the roll as an attempt. He felt that such low numbers were unfair to those people.
If only the high numbers were kept, then whenever no one had an obvious lead over the others, Conner felt that choosing the highest value would clearly be unfair.
The others might have been only two or three points behind. That wasn't an insurmountable gap, and the next roll would certainly be different.
In the end, after rerolling several times, he tore the sheet of paper recording the numbers into shreds.
"This time, I absolutely won't do it again. Whatever comes up is what it is!"
He began rolling the dice seriously, but everyone had their own preferences, and no one could achieve absolute fairness. No one ever could! After finishing the "last" roll, Conner felt that he should roll one more round to make "fate" a little fairer. Then came the third round, the fourth round, and... the final round.
"This is the last round I'm rolling. No matter what happens, I'm not adding another one!"
He made up his mind, closed his eyes, and began rolling. Rolling seven times didn't take very long.
This wasn't some bizarre television drama where a few seconds of content could be dragged out for an entire episode, or events spanning several months could take years.
All he had to do was grip the dice in his hand and throw them. It was that simple! The dice wouldn't keep spinning in place forever; after bouncing a few times, they came to a complete stop.
When the