[That way of thinking is too broad, too limitless for Sandalphon to comprehend. He looks down at his lap, his hands resting limply on the blanket. A saying that like can easily apply to someone as compassionate and wise as Ion, who's so young.]
Even a life like mine?
[His words are soft, faint; it's unclear whether he's talking to himself or Ion. The thought is puzzling.]
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Even a life like mine?
[His words are soft, faint; it's unclear whether he's talking to himself or Ion. The thought is puzzling.]