“I think that’s what everyone wants to do, in one way or another. Do what they’re good at and get paid.” Palamedes sits on the edge of his bed, watching Valdis with an intense gaze and a polite smile. He still hasn’t figured her out, far from it, but he has a good idea that she doesn’t really believe that her dead friends were just humans. “And we humans all know that we will lose many people over the course of our lives, and that someday, if we’re lucky, we will leave someone behind to lose us.” He shrugs. “It doesn’t stop us from caring.”