"Are there no gods... no Buddha? If you exist, hear me. You are mischievous and cruel! Are you so bored up there you must crush us like ants? Is it such fun to see men weep?"

"Enough! Do not blaspheme! It is the gods who weep. They see us killing each other over and over since time began. They can't save us from ourselves."

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"Loss... mourning. It is the hardest part of living. Centuries gone by, and I have never learned a fix for loss' wounds."