Will: "You are not really dying, are you?" Jem: "So they tell me." Will: "I am sorry." Jem: "No. Don’t be ordinary like that. Don’t say you’re sorry. Say you’ll train with me." Will: "I’ll train with you.
I am sorry," Will said. "No," Jem said... "Don't be ordinary like that. Don't say you're sorry.
Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.
It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy, just different.