Rosinante's had been the first grave he'd come across. It was separate from the others and though he'd seen the new cluster of markers beyond it, he'd stopped short of really noticing what they were. At first he didn't quite understand, why make a grave for someone who had come back from the dead?
Maybe someone had made it when they weren't sure if death was permanent. That was considerate of them, to honor him in that way. He should leave something to help mark it. Incense and food were traditional but he doesn't have the former and wasting the later seemed unwise when he's not sure if the stores will be restocked. There's candles around the makeshift graveyard, and that will have to do.
Kneeling next to the marker he pulls out his tablet and opens it, not to use it, but for the paper he'd been storing safely within. He'd been using it to make notes when he didn't want to use the tablet, and he selects an unused piece and folds it into the shape of a boat. The boat goes near the marker, the candle goes in the boat.
And Kuai is violently thrown into seeing Rosinante's death.
He doesn't have the context, he doesn't know who those people are, or what's happening in the box that's silently thudding behind him. But he comes out of it reeling, on his hands and knees and gasping for air. He clenches his eyes shut, the sudden onslaught of emotions threatening to overtake him and he can feel his eyes scratchy behind his eyelids.
What? What was that? Was that what happened before Rosinante arrived here? He shouldn't know that. He shouldn't be made aware of personal details like Rosinante's thoughts as he died to protect someone. It feels like an invasion of privacy and he at once wants to apologize to the man and also never speak of it again.
He settles for leaving and walking along the shoreline to collect his thoughts, running into the one person he doesn't want to see right now. He pauses, awkwardly looking away before approaching. His formal politeness has no way to properly formulate an apology for witnessing someone else's death from inside their body and knowing their thoughts while it happened.
"I trust you've seen the graveyard that's appeared in town?" He sounds hopeful, maybe if Rosinante has seen it, he won't have to explain anything.
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Maybe someone had made it when they weren't sure if death was permanent. That was considerate of them, to honor him in that way. He should leave something to help mark it. Incense and food were traditional but he doesn't have the former and wasting the later seemed unwise when he's not sure if the stores will be restocked. There's candles around the makeshift graveyard, and that will have to do.
Kneeling next to the marker he pulls out his tablet and opens it, not to use it, but for the paper he'd been storing safely within. He'd been using it to make notes when he didn't want to use the tablet, and he selects an unused piece and folds it into the shape of a boat. The boat goes near the marker, the candle goes in the boat.
And Kuai is violently thrown into seeing Rosinante's death.
He doesn't have the context, he doesn't know who those people are, or what's happening in the box that's silently thudding behind him. But he comes out of it reeling, on his hands and knees and gasping for air. He clenches his eyes shut, the sudden onslaught of emotions threatening to overtake him and he can feel his eyes scratchy behind his eyelids.
What? What was that? Was that what happened before Rosinante arrived here? He shouldn't know that. He shouldn't be made aware of personal details like Rosinante's thoughts as he died to protect someone. It feels like an invasion of privacy and he at once wants to apologize to the man and also never speak of it again.
He settles for leaving and walking along the shoreline to collect his thoughts, running into the one person he doesn't want to see right now. He pauses, awkwardly looking away before approaching. His formal politeness has no way to properly formulate an apology for witnessing someone else's death from inside their body and knowing their thoughts while it happened.
"I trust you've seen the graveyard that's appeared in town?" He sounds hopeful, maybe if Rosinante has seen it, he won't have to explain anything.