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“What use are tears? Ying had murmured to her once, back when they had just crossed their twelfth cycle of life and the wounds of Lan’s losses still cut deep every night. The dead will neither feel them nor be called by them. Grief is for the survivors, and I think that, rather than living my life in pain, I would
live it in laughter and love. To the fullest.”
― Amélie Wen Zhao, Song of Silver, Flame Like Night