The tragedy is often the aura of infinite reincarnation and a vicious circle. When you become infected with it, you become the spirit that follows you around and is ready to strangle you to be buried with you at all times, and then, there is something in your life that is unbearable.
Irish's tragedy never ended, from her birth to her mother's death to this moment. She thought that sitting in the sun would dispel the haze but did not think that it had ever been dispelled, but hid in a corner that she could not see and gathered into a sea and finally devoured her.
So, when she entered the ward and saw the dying Henry lying on the bed, the familiar foreboding she had repressed for many years finally broke through the shell.
It was an unquenchable fear.
