Say it out loud and you break it.
You believe. The Eye wants to be extremely clear about that, because nobody else is allowed to know. You believe hard — and you'd sooner bite through your own tongue than say it where the universe can hear. The Eye has logged the protocol: the word 'final' physically avoided for a month, the interview you called 'whatever, probably nothing' while ironing your best shirt, the 'I don't want to talk about it' that protected every hope you've ever had. Your theology is simple: spoken wanting is a target, silent wanting is a bunker. And the Eye understands the real mechanics under the superstition — it was never actually about jinxing the outcome. It's that if you never said it out loud, then when it dies, you never officially lost anything. No witnesses, no condolences, no 'you must be devastated.' The cost of open wanting felt unpayable, so you found the loophole. The loophole works. It also means nobody has ever once held your hope with you.
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