He feels cheated out of a good ending in the end and he doesn’t even know what constitutes one. He’s floundered. He’s watched the other. Gone out of his way to orchestrate this meeting – and for what? He’s taken the long way around. He knows it. He’s rolled unloaded dice and they finally led here as though it’s unavoidable, like it’s fate. But this ending… It tells him nothing and offers nothing. It’s all for Mr. M instead. he sees the end of his tale but he tells no-one – and for the main characters… they get no sequel or rewrite.