"When a man dies, it's only him," he said. "And one is much like another. Aye, a family needs a man, to feed them, protect them. But any decent man can do it. A woman ..." His lips moved against my fingertips, a faint smile. "A woman takes life with her when she goes. A woman is ... infinite possibility." "Idiot," I said, very softly. "If you think one man is just like any other."