The people were stupid. Very stupid. They witnessed the entire story with their gaze filtered by stupidity. Their sight polarised by stubbornness.
They knew what would have been good for them. They knew what had to be done. Yet they ignored it. They saw the story unfold with childish wonder, detaching themselves in the process.
Blindfolded by their selves.
They were ignorant. Ignorant, obstinate oafs.
So much so that, they didn’t even realise how twisted the plot was until Death came.