I’ve lived enough lives for every person on Earth a hundred times over. I’ve birthed planets, seen life begin and seen it end, but never have I shed a tear. Death is such an expected part of life that I feel no pain when it makes its inevitable appearance. I welcome it like an old friend and wish it well on its journey until we meet again. But watching Gabriella appear out of thin air as that shard of God’s blood pierced her human body, I now understand why humans weep for those they have lost.
I feel tears swimming in my eyes as I look upon my oldest and dearest friend, holding the body of the woman he loves and has lost. I don’t need to feel his pain to know it’s inexplicable. I’ve never seen any being look so devastated, so bereft in all my years. I don’t understand what has just happe
