so i type back : it 's been a rough two days . i kind of agree with his sister . `` do you know how she returned ? '' he realized vaguely that he was , in fact , hardly seeing her physical features at all ; her face was serving as a window to her soul . its love of family , good friends , and being at peace with myself and others . he shook her hand , and she gave him the once over . the blades are bound together like a sharp chain . 