I don't- [Sorey pauses, gathering up his thoughts as best he can. Everything feels so visceral, and even though they haven't talked about Mikleo yet Sorey can feel that unfathomable, all-consuming loss waiting to devour him.

He takes a breath, and doesn't notice how a hand curls around Lailah's dress again.]

You said that before too, but I still don't understand. If- As a human, my life is so short. I won't live over a hundred years, and that's if I'm lucky. If so, shouldn't I be using every second to its fullest potential to make the world better?