“But it doesn’t, does it?” she whispered, her lips trembling. “I am not the shepherd, Azriel. He found meaning in life, he’d always known its meaning. I don’t think I ever can. But going to hell is not half as bad as remaining in this world and never being able to find that meaning no matter how desperately you seek it. To be left here with answers that you are nothing, were nothing and will be nothing for an eternity is worse than what we have to face after death.” Her chair groaned loudly as she pushed it back and stood, fleeing the table towards the far end of the library.
