Mara Sov: Crow.
The Crow: What do you want?
Mara Sov: I wish to speak with you.
The Crow: I don’t have time for this, or for you.
Mara Sov: We’ve all lost someone dear to us.
The Crow: If you mean me… you don't show it.
Mara Sov: I wanted to. But I held my heart so closely that I smothered it. I don't want to see you do the same!
The Crow: You don’t know me. Stop talking like you do.
Mara Sov: I know how we grieve. It is raw… and violent. I know we believe that keeping others away from it will protect them. But we don't do it to protect them. We do it to protect ourselves! We do it because it is easy.
The Crow: Nothing about this is easy! [sighs] You didn't know her.
Mara Sov: Then tell me who she was.
The Crow: She was… she was a sunrise.
Mara Sov: Grieve its setting. But do not turn your grief to armor. Let us bear you through it.
The Crow: I’ll try.
Mara Sov: I know you will.