[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin smiled softly and nodded his thanks as the unicorn trundled the cart towards the mound. Soon enough they were there and Remi had created a suitable platform for them to build the pyre, and this was really it. He hovered, uncertain, by the wagon for a few moments, before sighing and forcing himself to climb up to fetch Vanya. He held her as though she was still alive, like she didn't feel cold as marble and smell like blood. Very, very carefully he set her down upon the platform, carefully arranging the linens and ruffling a quick hand through his hair as he stepped back again. "I don't want to let her go," he admitted, his eyes already wet with tears. "This shouldn't have happened, Remi. She should be here now. She was everything I ever wanted and she's gone." Pressing his eyes shut for a moment, Ronin didn't give himself time to fall apart again - he turned on heel to fetch the kindling, moving quickly and pragmatically so he could arrange it around Vanya.