[Growled, low in his throat, with an emotion that is not quite anger, something deeper and bleaker and more fundamental. He takes a breath - aches, each lung pierced, as always - turns his face to the side.]
If it's too important to let go...
[He doesn't finish the sentence, hopes he doesn't have to. But that he understands.]
Just. Don't let it trick you into thinking it's about respect for the dead, or that the power makes it better, or worth it, or good. It doesn't need to be here to lie to you.
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[Growled, low in his throat, with an emotion that is not quite anger, something deeper and bleaker and more fundamental. He takes a breath - aches, each lung pierced, as always - turns his face to the side.]
If it's too important to let go...
[He doesn't finish the sentence, hopes he doesn't have to. But that he understands.]
Just. Don't let it trick you into thinking it's about respect for the dead, or that the power makes it better, or worth it, or good. It doesn't need to be here to lie to you.