[If the overriding theme of these grave visions are any indication, many of them had met a pitiable, untimely end one way or another. And many of them are dealing with that one way or another.
M.K.-- M.K.'s been working his way down the path of acceptance one of two ways: either by getting so numbingly drunk he's barely been able to climb the stairs of the inn some nights, or else pushing any possible dollop of feeling about it as far down as he can. The latter has ensured his curiosity toward the cemetery hasn't been hobbled by shame for choosing to take advantage of it and watch the visions. (Nor, apparently, has it dulled his appetite for pain in willingly choosing to experience tragedies that would knock any sane person's breath out of them...)]
You're sitting here so you can tell people what this magic could just show for you?
[Intrigued by the stone boat, he turns a quizzical look on its captain.]
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M.K.-- M.K.'s been working his way down the path of acceptance one of two ways: either by getting so numbingly drunk he's barely been able to climb the stairs of the inn some nights, or else pushing any possible dollop of feeling about it as far down as he can. The latter has ensured his curiosity toward the cemetery hasn't been hobbled by shame for choosing to take advantage of it and watch the visions. (Nor, apparently, has it dulled his appetite for pain in willingly choosing to experience tragedies that would knock any sane person's breath out of them...)]
You're sitting here so you can tell people what this magic could just show for you?
[Intrigued by the stone boat, he turns a quizzical look on its captain.]
You have something against collecting trinkets?
[That's a joke, perhaps, if you squint.]