And when that sky rains fire on you
And you're persona non grata
And you're persona non grata
The gathered slowly trickled away, returning from whence they came. Nina watched them go, nodding solemnly to those who paused to offer their thanks, offering what condolences she could as they departed. Finally, few remained, save for Deimos, who ended up back beside her as he offered to assist. Nina glanced past him to the flames, which burned lower and lower. There was little left now to burn, and before long, the fire would snuff out entirely. Then she could gather the ashes to seal in their urn for returning to the family.
”I will gather the ashes when the fire burns out,” she replied. ”The family has chosen an urn. It is uncommon to receive assistance, but if you would like to help gather the ashes, you may.” Even if the interruption to the ritual made her skin crawl, she knew better than to offend the Warden. The last person who had helped her clean up ashes had been her grandmother, and then it was she who was the awkward assistant. It was strange now to think that her role had so completely changed.
”I will gather the ashes when the fire burns out,” she replied. ”The family has chosen an urn. It is uncommon to receive assistance, but if you would like to help gather the ashes, you may.” Even if the interruption to the ritual made her skin crawl, she knew better than to offend the Warden. The last person who had helped her clean up ashes had been her grandmother, and then it was she who was the awkward assistant. It was strange now to think that her role had so completely changed.
I'll tell you how I've been there too
And that none of it matters
And that none of it matters
Nina
