‘Why do you bother, then?’ ‘Errastas, I am left with two choices. I could weep for a reason, or weep for no reason. In the latter we find madness.’ ‘And is the former any different?’ Kilmandaros asked. ‘Yes. A part of me chooses to believe that if I weep long enough, I’ll weep myself out. And then, in the ashes – in the aftermath – will be born something else.’ ‘Like what?’ Errastas demanded. Sechul Lath shrugged. ‘Hope.’
