The worst type of crying was not the guy they could see, the regrets in the corners, the tear of the clothes. No, the worst guy is when your soul cried and no matter what you do, there is no way to comfort it. A part wither and becomes a scar in the part of your soul that survives. For people like echo and I, our souls contained more healing tissue than life itself.
The passage conveys a deep anguish that transcends visible suffering, highlighting that the most profound pain is often internal and unseen. While external tears can be acknowledged and sometimes eased, the lament of the soul is much more difficult to confront and heal. Such pain leaves lasting scars, creating a void that cannot be filled, further complicating the healing journey.
For individuals like Echo and the narrator, there exists a paradox where their souls are acquainted with more healing than the life they experience. Despite their struggles, there’s a recognition of resilience within them, suggesting that even in suffering, there lies a possibility for recovery and understanding, shaped by their deep emotional wounds.
