““Something nameless yet essential was gone from him and he couldn't bear the thought of it being stolen. It wasn't a feeling of great depth. It didn't weight down his bones or make thought an effort but, oh god, it was vast, stretching beyond an endless sea of emotion. He felt like a man adrift in a tiny boat with only a wooden spoon to dip out the water with. To try and make it dry again. To make it right again.””