Prologue: 'Natural' is a completely relative term

People always die… it's the way things are... It's 'natural', but tell me. How can something so lifeless be 'natural'? How can something so joyous and lively cease in an instant? Like a child, laughing and playing ball with his brother in one minute, suddenly be hit by a car and forever remain solemn in the next.

How is that 'natural'?

To put it simply, it isn't. That's why it's so painful. That's why it gnaws and aches at our beings, slowly accomplishing the task it already completed on the ones we lost.

Then why?

Why is that it doesn't bother me?

Why is it that even though I'm the one who caused that death I feel no pain?