"You're not the Sinners. You're the Sinned Against. You were only children. You had no control. You are the victims, not the perpetrators." (pg 182) The weight of the world has been pushed onto their shoulders at such a young age. It pained me when I read this, knowing the death of Sophie Mol impacted not just their lives, but their souls, and their relations. Life is so short, and for them to be grieving the whole time, pains me. It hurt Chacko, it hurt Ammu, Rahel, and Estha. The whole family was heart broken and shook up. This grief this suffering is torturing to them all, and it is something they will never get over. Its branded to their souls. The wings of each moth (each soul) is constantly fluttering, shaken by the grief, throbbing by the pain, hurting by the lose, and tortured by the death.