Rat can think of reasons, but explaining them to a stranger is frankly too personal and none of her business. Instead, he just shrugs and looks skyward, "Do the gods need reason to be angry?" Accepting an actor's stance to distract her, he recites, "As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods, they kill us for their sport."

It's a phrase he knows well, though he hasn't played Gloucester. Many of the theater attendees had loved the line because of how true it rang.

"Gods, fate. They don't need to have a reason."