[He need not stretch his thoughts far to do as Jane suggests; Rip has known the soul-crushing weight of such loss, the agony that drove him to simply want to linger in that field, the bodies of his family clutched in his arms, until he joined them in whatever afterlife they might find together.
But the nature of humanity is not often so kind. Jane takes the glass, and Rip is glad to see it, along with the second the bartender pours.]
"Nothing" is quite a claim to make, Mrs. Weller. [He offers up the observation as gently as he can; he does not mean to come off as one who doesn't believe, but rather one who seeks to understand.]
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But the nature of humanity is not often so kind. Jane takes the glass, and Rip is glad to see it, along with the second the bartender pours.]
"Nothing" is quite a claim to make, Mrs. Weller. [He offers up the observation as gently as he can; he does not mean to come off as one who doesn't believe, but rather one who seeks to understand.]