#disaster of epic proportions for the ninth with its lack of womb-pod things

[whywontvulcanseatreplicatormeat]

I've been going through Shakespeare's sonnets and I just got to 31 and I think it could be used as a prayer from the Ninth to Reverend Daughter Harrowhark:

Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts Which I by lacking have supposèd dead, And there reigns love and all love’s loving parts, And all those friends which I thought burièd. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol’n from mine eye, As interest of the dead, which now appear But things removed that hidden in thee lie. Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give; That due of many now is thine alone.   Their images I loved I view in thee,   And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.

Like, it posits that the speaker's current object of affection embodies everything they loved in other friends / lovers / whomever else, dead or out of their lives, and so the object of the poem comforts them. And whether you assume that the Ninth lowkey has an idea about what her parents did or whether they simply are horribly grieved about the loss of the rest of the kids, this would work, and the tension of that ambiguity is to me just *chef's kiss*.