[Over, under, twist, feed in the next stem. She'd started out weaving squares but has turned to hoops or circlets by now. They're not so fiddly and she doesn't have to reckon with her perfectionist aspect as much.]

'I don't fear the darkness that came before my birth, why should I fear its return when I die?' [...Need doesn't remember who said that or how much she's paraphrasing. Surely some kind of priest.] Fighting it might make it take a little longer, maybe. Or make it more painful as it approaches. But people won't all just believe it when they're told, they have to let it sink in for themselves.

Especially children. People who had futures and reasons to stay.