[ It is a discouraging response. Who is she to check in on a god? But as a friend-(or is it too presumptuous of her to call herself one?)--
The image of the barren tree remains seared into her mind. As does the anguish, the tear she could not wipe away. Lest she forget the pain she witnessed. Suffering is never fine.
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The image of the barren tree remains seared into her mind. As does the anguish, the tear she could not wipe away. Lest she forget the pain she witnessed. Suffering is never fine.
She remains quiet for a moment and then speaks. ]
...This is what "fine" is to you?