Linden shakes his head, seeming sad at the thought of that. "But, their crying is over with," he says quietly. "That has to be something to celebrate, doesn't it? Even if the world is a little lonelier, it's at least a little less painful, so... where I'm from after the knuckles are broken and the bones distributed and the bodies burned, we sing songs about life. That's what keeps the rest of us going."