HIPPOGRIFF: Orpheus. We have heard of your loss; you have our sympathies also.

ORPHEUS: I do not need your pity, Hippogriff.

HIPPOGRIFF: It was freely given, boy. You should not scorn it.

ORPHEUS: Don’t pity me.

MORPHEUS: You should have gone to her funeral.

ORPHEUS: Why?

MORPHEUS: To say goodbye.

ORPHEUS: I have not yest said goodbye to Eurydice.

MORPHEUS: You should. You are mortal: it is the mortal way. You attend the funeral, you bid farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times, the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.