“Is it wrong to feel angry that they will not know what horror we lived through last night?” “No,” said Hermes. “But I do not think that is what makes you angry right now.” She turned her head to the side, but he was still a step or two behind her. “What do you know about my anger?” “You do not like when beliefs are fueled by falsehoods. You see it as an injustice,” he said. He was not wrong.
