“My dear boy, death is a part of life. Do not pity those who step into its Land, nor the ones they leave behind.” “But—but death is separation,” Finnian sobbed, hugging the fish to his chest. “Separation is pain. It is how I feel when we are not together.” Father stared at him, eyes glistening. “Death is peace, Finnian, and pain is simply a sign of love’s presence.”
