Loss was loss, no matter how it was sliced and labelled. A soul, or neurons, or some abstract designation of conscience. Hell, even the absence of happiness could make a person behave erratically.
"I'm sorry; I should have realized..." She felt -- not responsible, no, but somehow a failure. There she'd been, spinning grand cautionary tales for Suki about the ways in which men changed. She should have seen the signs. She should have been less wrapped up in her own troubles.
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Loss was loss, no matter how it was sliced and labelled. A soul, or neurons, or some abstract designation of conscience. Hell, even the absence of happiness could make a person behave erratically.
"I'm sorry; I should have realized..." She felt -- not responsible, no, but somehow a failure. There she'd been, spinning grand cautionary tales for Suki about the ways in which men changed. She should have seen the signs. She should have been less wrapped up in her own troubles.