““It was the answer to the wrong mystery--the mystery I didn't ever want to solve. And so we sat there in the sickening sillage of the truth, neither of us angry, or upset, just muddling through this shared sorrow, this collective pity. And as much as I wanted to sound my tragic wail over the rooftops, and let go of the day, and crawl back toward that safe harbor and give in to the dying of the light, and to do all of those unheroically injured things that people never write poems about, I didn't.””
