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"How strange men are," she said, because she could not think of anything else to say. "They spend their lives fighting against priests and then give prayerbooks as gifts."

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they give their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.

A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.