Harold glanced around at the gathering crowd, their passive demeanour making him feel increasingly insignificant. He found himself questioning whether his own involvement would make a difference amidst the sea of spectators. With a heavy sigh, Harold decided that he had no time to get involved.
The pressing concerns of his own day, coupled with the apparent lack of urgency from those around him, led him to retreat. He turned away from the scene, his heart burdened with a mix of guilt and frustration, but ultimately resigned to the notion that he was unable to make a meaningful impact.