Everyone has the right to be emotional. There will always be times where some event, from the everyday to the life-changing, that stokes the embers in our hearts and elicits any and every manner of emotion conceivable. From love to hate, peace to anger, kindness to apathy, every human being is a mixing pot of emotions ready to erupt at any given moment. No man is truly stoic, unaffected and uncaring. I am sure that inside even the most unaffected of people exists even the tiniest flame of emotion, only they are duly controlled and disciplined, even in the most taxing of situations.
That is not say, of course, that human emotion when displayed is a bad thing, and neither is bad when it is not shown. However, as the Chariot and Strength has shown, such emotions can be controlled when they should, and displayed when needed. Emotions can easily become your master rather than your friend, and it is when it becomes your master that you lose yourself. What then is the key to making your emotions your ally rather than your enemy?
It is the temperate man who knows moderation. Temperance keeps emotions in check and in line, maximizing its usefulness and minimizing its detriments. Aristotle said in his works that it is only in balance that true harmony and peace can be found, and only then will it show its blessings. So much more in the most dire and affecting of situations that temperance is called, for it is only with balance can one not lose sight of one's way.
It is natural for the Fool to be feeling all manners of emotions and feelings when Death has reared its head. It is, for all intents and purposes, probably one of the single most affecting and traumatizing events of his life, much more at start of his journey. Death has changed his life in ways no one could have ever foreseen, and this in turn elicits a reaction. It is precisely in these times that the Fool must know moderations. It is natural for him to feel what he feels as an effect of the outcome, but his journey has not yet ended. He cannot yet rest his wings because now, precisely of all times he must regain his composure and continue forward. Without the balance of his mind and body, he cannot move forward from this point.
She is dead. They all know it. He held her in his arms as she took her last breath. He fought the creature left behind by the murderer and slew it. He carried her body onto the lake and let her go, to sink into the bottom of the crystal waters to her final resting place. Perhaps only a day has passed but he has a talk with his friends. They are all grieving, perhaps him the most, but he tells them that they cannot stop. He says this is just another one of the many atrocities the white-haired swordsman has done among countless others, and that he doesn't have the luxury of time to grieve or even be angry. The swordsman has fled into the icy tundras of the northern continent and they must continue chase. At this point he knows that he must keep his and their feelings controlled as they continue to give chase, hoping to finally corner him and make him face the gravity of his crimes. They will do this for all the lives he has taken. They will do this for her.
He thought it was over. Luca Blight is dead and the army celebrates the victory. A mere day after the ordeal he ventures out and meets an envoy for the kingdom that had lost its king, seeking parlay with him on behalf of the new king of Highland, Jowy Blight. Yes, the very same person who is his best friend. One cannot imagine then the turmoil he feels when, thinking the war is over, he is betrayed by the boy he called his brother who believes the war must continue, only now with them at the helm of opposing sides. Back at his castle after nearly being captured his allies console him for this turn of events, but remind him that the war continues and his leadership is still needed. He knows this and understands fully. He has no time to feel sad or betrayed at the loss of his friend. He must fight on. For his friends, for his allies, for his beliefs, for himself.
The Fool has come to know that there is a time, place and degree for emotion. Emotion can be both an friend and a foe, and only in equilibrium can emotion bring out the best in him. He knows that there are times when he must show what he feels and times he needs to keep it to himself. Outbursts of emotion and even stoicism can easily lead him astray, and given the conditions that led him here, going the wrong way is the last thing he would want. He has encountered a life changing situation that warrants his full attention and thought, and thus he cannot afford to be lured away by strong emotions. He must put them at bay so that he may make the next big decision of his journey: where to go from here.
For it is only in Temperance and balance that the wise judgment is made.