Believes because their person does.
You didn't choose this hope — you caught it from someone you love. Their team became your team, their dream became a thing you check scores for, their wanting became a weather system you live inside. The Eye has mapped your pattern far beyond football: the show you watch because they need you to have seen it, the startup you believe in because your friend's eyes do a specific thing when she talks about it, the city you started imagining because someone you love already lives there in their head. People call this passive. The Eye calls it precision: you've located the actual loophole in the cost of open wanting — wanting on someone else's behalf is free. If their dream dies, you grieve for them, not in front of them; your own ledger shows no loss. You get all of hope's warmth with none of its exposure. The Eye's only question, and it asks gently: whose flag would you carry if everyone else put theirs down?
Get your read — free on iPhonewanting on their behalf is free — their loss never lands on your ledger. but the eye saw your own flag, folded small, at the bottom of the bag.