"No, no," Mori said, sitting up with a wince. "It's... Commiseration. Empathy. To lose someone so important to you so young... I can't imagine the pain. It... It rather mirrors, doesn't it? Loss at a young age and grief for a lost child. It's not... fair. This world is not fair, not to the young and the helpless. But why should it not be? Why should we be forced to live such agony when we can do something about it? The Neath is capable of bringing someone back from the dead; why can't we?"

Mori realized what he'd just rambled about and pulled back. "I apologize. That was... That was too much. Forget what I've said."