"Their souls are with Mort now. In a place far too wonderful to even be imagined." As soon as Emmett heard this he felt a great pressure, a monstrous fear, fall from his shoulders. If he knew his family was at rest at least he didn't have to think his improvement was a slap in their face. It meant he could do well and not feel guilty.
But...
"Tha's real good t'know. But...if it's so good when y'die, why shouldn't I just die right now? Or...why wouldn't anyone just go there? Take their spouses or kids or whatever...I dunno." He did not really realise just how dark his question was, Emmett having lost all concept of what was morbid since Longnight.
Emmett
There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
