" The named soldier – dead, melted wax – demands a response among the living . . . a response no-one can make. Names are no comfort, they’re a call to answer the unanswerable. Why did she die, not him? Why do the survivors remain anonymous – as if cursed – while the dead are revered? Why do we cling to what we lose while we ignore what we still hold? "

― Steven Erikson , Deadhouse Gates (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #2)