Patient and watchful as a stone, Devero listens to what Koumyou has to say, and tries to understand.
It's hard for him. He hails from a world of plenty, a world of ease. Death comes gently for people in his reality, in most cases drifting into lushly appointed hospice facilities to bring peace to the tired and ailing. That's not to say that accidental and intentional deaths don't occur, but those are the exception, not the norm. It's hard to imagine living with so much pain and loss that he would choose to retreat into the kind of nihilistic apathy that Koumyou is describing.
Hard, but not impossible. "It sounds like you did what you needed to, to guard your heart."
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It's hard for him. He hails from a world of plenty, a world of ease. Death comes gently for people in his reality, in most cases drifting into lushly appointed hospice facilities to bring peace to the tired and ailing. That's not to say that accidental and intentional deaths don't occur, but those are the exception, not the norm. It's hard to imagine living with so much pain and loss that he would choose to retreat into the kind of nihilistic apathy that Koumyou is describing.
Hard, but not impossible. "It sounds like you did what you needed to, to guard your heart."