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His silence is not one of inattention, made apparent by the way the diver tracks Father's movements with his eyes. The diver is a nervous child by nature, made even more so by his awareness that he is the only one at the tea table with her currently.
Freminet curls his fingers into the hems of his coat. He mulls over her words dutifully.
"Is it because the death of Gods are remembered by more people than the deaths of the ordinary?
That answer made Father smile wide, she nodded solemnly. She took her tea from the table and took a long sip while she thought of her response to her skittish child.
“ That's exactly it. When a god dies, no one forgets, while people are desperate to move on from grief when it strikes close to them. It's a way of coping, easier to not acknowledge the hurt. ” She entwined her fingers in her lap, one leg atop the other after returning the cup to the table.
“ Meanwhile gods, their deaths are martyred, forever commemorated as legend. For it would be a dishonour to forget their death. ”
