You carry on. That’s what he’d always done. That’s the task that comes with surviving, whether you deserve to live or not. You remember the dead as best you can. You say some words for them. Then you carry on, and you hope for better.
Can already tell this is what Abercrombie does best — stoic despair wrapped in hope. Gritty endurance. You survive not because you’re strong, but because you must.
