“What's the point of crying if you can't even see the tears?”
“What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?”
“Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn’t even comfort yourself?”
“You really can't see it, can you?""See what?""He has a tether too. And it points right at you.”
“Well, what is that to me? I can't see her!" she cried.”
“He told you not to cry, but tears keep leaking out of your eyes. And you're glad, because those tears belong to you. They're yours. Your tears. He can't have them. He can't touch them. They're all yours. (182)”