Xande wasn't my offspring and he was fairly sane until he died and some genius--not me, I was well away by then--decided to resurrect him. Says more about mortals than me, I'd think.
So you've said. I don't see how living through centuries of our worlds existing could not at least imbue some semblance of "maybe these people are real and exist even if I miss my world."
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Grief doesn't just stop, hero, despite what people may tell you. Grief stays with you for the rest of your life. Think about what that means for me.
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Do not compare us. You cannot *fathom* what it's like.
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