A splendidly inept thing, Sylveste said, nodding despite himself.
What?
The human capacity for grief. It just isn't capable of providing an adequate emotional response once the dead exceed a few dozen in number. And it doesn't just level off—it just gives up, resets itself to zero. Admit it. None of us feel a damn about these people.
Chapter 15 (p. 323) - Revelation Space (2000)