For her, choices were simple; either there was an action she could take to improve the situation, in which case she took it, or there was not, and everything else said on the subject was so much meaningless noise.

Leave the dead to the Earth. They are not for us. - Valdr

The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.

Regardless of whether I can shift my affections to another - and the heart, as you observed, is a notoriously fickle beast - the question remains: should I?

It is foolish to conjure up woe where none exists.

For her, choices were simple; either there was an action she could take to improve the situation, in which case she took it, or there was not, and everything else said on the subject was so much meaningless noise.

The greatest enemy is one that has nothing to lose.