& this too, shall pass
"Why would you want to stop it from rotting? How else are the nutrients meant to return to the soul and continue to feed the ecosystem?" You fall silent as Abasi answers your twin's question, though you find his answer to that as uninteresting an unappealing as the answer to your own. Writing furiously now to record what is being said, you add several offshoots that include many questions surrounding the same theme: why does embalming bodies help with grief, why does keeping them in an unnatural state make these human animals feel better, etc.
Task completed, you look up as Abasi begins to speak again. "This is not Egypt." You point out, thinking that perhaps this man is confused. "Those that die here do not require murals on walls to prepare them. That is the job of the herald of Mort."
Tilting your head as you watch him work, you grow more and more distressed as he speaks. "But if it's true that the dead are meant to be pacified by tales of the underworld, why would our traditions or beliefs matter. Isn't it better to paint what will actually happen to them, rather than subject them to falsehoods?" You nod towards what Abasi is painting to indicate its inaccuracy.
Giving Kai an unhappy look (which to anyone else likely looks the same), you nonetheless comply, given that follow instructions is one of the few things keyed directly into your brain. Picking up a brush you write, not draw, the following:
Task completed, you look up as Abasi begins to speak again. "This is not Egypt." You point out, thinking that perhaps this man is confused. "Those that die here do not require murals on walls to prepare them. That is the job of the herald of Mort."
Tilting your head as you watch him work, you grow more and more distressed as he speaks. "But if it's true that the dead are meant to be pacified by tales of the underworld, why would our traditions or beliefs matter. Isn't it better to paint what will actually happen to them, rather than subject them to falsehoods?" You nod towards what Abasi is painting to indicate its inaccuracy.
Giving Kai an unhappy look (which to anyone else likely looks the same), you nonetheless comply, given that follow instructions is one of the few things keyed directly into your brain. Picking up a brush you write, not draw, the following:
a herald of Mort will collect your soul and take you to Mort's domain where you shall remain unless other factors interfere.
