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Listening to Korbin's words, Loren's expression grew a bit wistful. Indeed, though he smiled, it was the sad smile of someone who'd loved and lost as well. "They do." He couldn't, wouldn't deny that, even as he met the hunter's gaze. The healer took a deep breath. "This is not a time for grief, though, but for rejoicing in the memory of what they gave us." This time, his smile was happier, though sorrow still lurked around the edges and in his eyes. "Because what we lose when they leave is only a fraction of what we gain for having them in our lives to begin with." If it felt weird to be parroting the daughter of death's words while a storm howled outside the cave they'd taken shelter in after they'd murdered a cannibal, well, that was Caido. And no sign of any strangeness showed on his features, just a kind of peace. However, he search the other man's features for some sign of how he felt about that. "Isn't it?" The Launceleyn asked the question barely above a whisper. "Isn't that part of life too?" LOREN Not quite an open book