"It's cruel, and unfair... it would hurt less if they were honest and just said they don't know what to do," she agreed, voice level and low. There was a moment of silence... a moment where Wendy felt it was most respectful to mourn for this poor child. "It makes the sincere kindness... difficult... to believe in. But that sincere kindness will persist, the way seedlings persist through the frost of winter and bloom in spring in spite of the way the frost will come for them all over again. Flowers worth treasuring..."