"No," he said firmly, shrugging off her attempts to hit him. "Look Nahla, death is a thing we all have to face, and answering with more death isn't the answer! I've had times when I've felt like I wanted to die because of someone else's death, and it just isn't worth it."
"He's right, little one," Grandma agreed. "Littlefoot's death has hit us hard, there's no doubt about that, but one day, we'll move on, and you should learn to do that too. I felt just like you did now when..." she flinched at the pain of the thought. "...I had to watch our son get slaughtered by a sharptooth in front of my eyes. It was the most horrible thing for a mother to see, and I honestly felt like jumping off a cliff to end it all. But I realised that I would just make others more upset by doing that. I still had other children to look after, and my husband here." She smiled at Grandpa slightly, but didn't show it too much because of the sad tone.