I hear the voices. Louder and louder each day, it seems. Shouts about what they are owed, what they should be given, and what is unfair for them to have to endure. If I were to fall upon wealth and fortune, I would indeed give it to them, so that their lives would be blessed, and their days free of worry.
The only thing I would ask in return, is a conversation with them at the end of their journey. Was it worth it? Do they still feel the world owed them something, and if they got it, did it make them happy?