I don't mean like "lie down and feel bad about it", but like - a lot of the people I've lost wouldn't want me to get mad or upset because they're gone. They're safely back home and they have things to do there. So you get up and move on with your life, the same as with any other kind of loss.

[... Right. She'd want him to keep going. Keep flying. Keep the wind under his wings and move on.]

You've got a bunch of weird animals that can do anything from spit fire to cause earthquakes to lifting things with their minds. Do you really think we have a limit on weirdness? People just blanking out of existence isn't so weird when you try to think of how we even got here in the first place.