By the end the narrator realized the phrase’s power came from its ambiguity. The economy of three tokens—name, number, adjective—allowed everyone to read their own struggle into it. It could be a scoreboard, a tuning fork, a communal chant, a vow to mend. That elasticity made it durable: not a slogan shoved onto a poster but a private hinge hanging in the mind, one that opens to specific rooms depending on who stands before it.