[ it's. strange.





it's so strange. didn't she cry so long she almost fell asleep when she first found out? So how come--now--she can say this with dry eyes? Without even a catch in her throat? How come--thinking about the death of her father, or the betrayal of someone she thought she loved



it means nothing. It's hollow.

Cobalt... and Wednesday and Kija... were right. ]

.... I think--there's something very wrong with me.