“I… I’m sad,” Vasiht’h said. “Oh, Goddess, Sehvi. I’m sad. But I can bear it. Does that make me callous?” “It makes you useful, I’d think,” was her reply. “If everyone fell apart at the least bit of sadness, who’d be left to pick up the pieces? You’re sad, right? Should you really have to become completely nonfunctional to prove it?”
