It's an unsurprising admission. Kuai won't be the first or the only. He probably isn't, already; Rosinante walked away from it a while ago and anyone could have passed by in that time and placed their gifts.

But that knowledge doesn't keep him from deflating slightly, as he lets out a soft sigh and closes his hand around the stones in his palm, then pockets them.

"Everyone's here for the same sort of reason. You don't need to apologize." Except that he does, and he understands. He may end up doing the same when he peers in on the final moments of a few here who went in particularly difficult ways.

Now what, though? Kuai knows more than he had wanted anyone to, and others may learn as well. He's not counting on the modest grave to be completely overlooked by everyone, as nice as that would be.