Fancy hid her smirk and appeared grateful as she leaned over and lit her cigarette on the offered flame. She sat back in her chair, switching one crossed leg to the other, as she took a long drag while he continued on.
"Men aren't bred to be able to survive the things women have to. When they die the are regarded as heroes and hard workers, when women die they are remembered for the family they left behind that will suffer without them."