[Rosinante attempts, like with most, to visit this grave when its owner isn't attending to it. This one in particular is a curiosity. Ambrose was that young man he'd met early on, right? In the bar. Or, he'd taken him for young but if these dates are right, he's quite a lot older than expected.
Is it time travel again, like Five? Or something else?
He places a little glass jar at the base of the stone - for the shop had run out of cups, or he just hadn't seen them - and pours a splash of whiskey into it. Immediately, he's pulled into the vision and finds by the end that he's reeling from that sensation of sheer horror and desperation. Imprisonment is one thing, but torture? And so much blood, rather like how he himself had gone. He knows the feeling of shock better than he'd like to now and recognizes it here, too. Knows also the pain that is the inability to say goodbye; to die away from those you cared about most while they could do nothing to help.
It's hard stuff to swallow, but he does his best as he stands to move on. Like all the rest, there's little to be done in this immediate moment. They've all suffered so much.]
grave
Is it time travel again, like Five? Or something else?
He places a little glass jar at the base of the stone - for the shop had run out of cups, or he just hadn't seen them - and pours a splash of whiskey into it. Immediately, he's pulled into the vision and finds by the end that he's reeling from that sensation of sheer horror and desperation. Imprisonment is one thing, but torture? And so much blood, rather like how he himself had gone. He knows the feeling of shock better than he'd like to now and recognizes it here, too. Knows also the pain that is the inability to say goodbye; to die away from those you cared about most while they could do nothing to help.
It's hard stuff to swallow, but he does his best as he stands to move on. Like all the rest, there's little to be done in this immediate moment. They've all suffered so much.]