"People die and sink into the sea, emotions mustn't be shed excessively..."
Annan blinked.
He had heard a similar proverb, but it was in the Winter Duchy.
"...In our place, there is also a similar saying, 'People die and are buried in the soil, grief must not be excessive.'"
"Ah, grief..."
Isaac scoffed, "That kind of thing isn't popular here.
"Although it's always said that people from Winter are barbaric and brutal, people from The Holy Nation are rigid and arrogant, and people from Noah are cowardly and greedy... and those underground can't even be called human. But if you ask me, the biggest problem lies right here in Dennisiowa.
"When relatives and friends are murdered, what they think of is not grief — but revenge. You can't rely on the King or the Privy Council, and there's no such thing as justice. The gunfire in the alleys, the poisoned dagger behind your back, and the cannon fire from the depths of the sea are the true forms of justice."
