[s1e5] Shomer -

He stood up to stretch and looked through the small glass pane of the door. The plain pine casket sat on a trestle, draped in a simple black cloth. In this room, Goldberg wasn’t the man who yelled about the lawn; he was just a human being at the end of a long, complicated journey.

For the first time in months, the noise in Ari's own head went quiet. He wasn't worrying about his future or his failures. He was simply there, a sentinel at the border of life. He realized that protection wasn't always about shields and swords; sometimes, it was just about sitting in the dark so someone else didn't have to. [S1E5] Shomer

"Why do we do this?" Ari had asked his grandfather years ago. "He’s gone. He can't hear us." He stood up to stretch and looked through

"It’s not about whether he can hear," his grandfather had replied, his eyes soft. "It’s about the fact that we refuse to let a person become an object. We guard their dignity when they can no longer guard it themselves." For the first time in months, the noise