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| e5a5cb0 | The death of Nighteyes gutted me. I walked wounded through my life in the days that followed, unaware of just how mutilated I was. I was like the man who complains of the itching of his severed leg. The itching distracts from the immense knowledge that one will forever after hobble through life. | death denial effect forever itch knowledge life mutilated pain result unimaginable wound | Robin Hobb |