He could have sworn he had heard that before. Had Jaina said it? Or had he? A heartfelt plea to the universe at large to stop stampeding on their existences, to let them have what little happiness they could from the cold, unfeeling structures that surrounded them at every turn.
What did he say? What could he say? Life wasn't fair. She was old enough to know that, especially with the life she had lived.
He chose not to say anything. He knelt down, placed his hand on his shoulder, and wordlessly let her know he was there to listen to her pains. It was all he could really do.