Wei'Er lay down, noticing the shift in Bologue's expression—just moments ago he had been teasing Serey, and now that sadness was back on his face.
The swiftness of his changing mood made Wei'Er uneasy.
Bologue said, "It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little sad for Serey."
Wei'Er didn't understand. "Sad? Why?"
Palmer murmured, "Some say that the core of comedy is tragedy."
Bologue nodded lightly. "The more absurd and amusing Serey's experiences are, the more I can't help but wonder whether, in places we can't see, he's bearing some unimaginable sorrow."
"Or even, that ever since Serey joined the Undying Club, all the things he's been doing—could they be a kind of self-exile, a numbing of his own soul?"
The rumbling aftershock came from all directions, as if something was breaking—maybe reality, maybe buildings, maybe masses of flesh, maybe someone's heart.
