In which the ogre was comfortable in his blue radius.   Based on 

They were bright and then the light fainted, then went bright again, and he was the juxtaposition of them-- all dim and lightless, plus faint and brightless. The stars were always high up to the sky but he was at the bottom of the pit.

To stay alive was the objective. All they need to do was survive. 

The bound vow collided with the curse that was written. Without knowing, he was already on the top of the sky. Preparing for the fall, in just a step. Fall beyond the betrayal and trapped beneath the lies.

“That’s when I realized…even though he pulled the trigger, every time we jokingly called him a loser or a nobody, we put another bullet in the chamber of his gun so that when he played Russian Roulette, we gave him no chance of making it out alive.”

The higher the climb, the higher the fall would be. Without knowing, he was already on the top-- preparing for the fall, in just one step. He fell to the evil spell without knowing until he was trapped between. 

"You can see, but you cannot touch" History could not be changed. That is the law. How it was painful for him to only watch the past that was stained by bloodsheds of the people, capable to do nothing.   "There's always a room for a second chance."