Humans are funny.
When they’re born, they scream, wishing to return to darkness and warmth.
When they grow, they scream, in agony, in sadness, in fear and in joy.
They stop screaming when you lower them back into the darkness and the warmth, when you let them melt into the ground.
Us Phoenixes don’t do that.
There’s less screaming, though more agony.
We have higher pain tolerances.
Or are w...