[His voice gains that determined, stoic tone that he's a bit more known for.]
For them to be remembered is one thing. Yet I do not wish for them to be stirred from their death. They deserve peace, if nothing else. To rouse them would lead them to be stuck to this world until they could be dismissed, or find a way back, and that would be an afterlife of suffering.
[His voice drops low again as he lowers the arrows down to their respective little stone places: the blue besides a worn, oft used pen and the teal to the hairclib, which is the same color and in the shape of a half circle, with a design in it.]
At least, that is what I was told by someone I believe would know.
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[His voice gains that determined, stoic tone that he's a bit more known for.]
For them to be remembered is one thing. Yet I do not wish for them to be stirred from their death. They deserve peace, if nothing else. To rouse them would lead them to be stuck to this world until they could be dismissed, or find a way back, and that would be an afterlife of suffering.
[His voice drops low again as he lowers the arrows down to their respective little stone places: the blue besides a worn, oft used pen and the teal to the hairclib, which is the same color and in the shape of a half circle, with a design in it.]
At least, that is what I was told by someone I believe would know.