"They do here. A night to remember what is lost. The dead, those one will never see again, even one's self, if you like."

She shrugs, looking out into the snowy street. She'd done some reading on her own,
absorbed what she could out of the holiday, trying to understand it.

"Varied forms of grief, all given a night to breathe. For some, it's the only night they can really do so."