[There should be lots of questions, surely, but all that bubbles up to William's lips is:] Oh, mo chridhe, I... cannot imagine.
[The losses of a single lifetime could already be too much to bear. The losses of several lifetimes? Of the constant press of war, of want, of even the gentle peace some found in old age?
The rush of overwhelmed concern has to come first.]
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[The losses of a single lifetime could already be too much to bear. The losses of several lifetimes? Of the constant press of war, of want, of even the gentle peace some found in old age?
The rush of overwhelmed concern has to come first.]